She replied, "Yes, but I would like a transporter." (She means a Star Trek-like, instantaneous travel machine.)
Me: "Oh, so you don't like the long drive."
Grace: "No. I just don't like packing clothes in a suitcase."
Me: " So a four and a half hour drive is no problem. You want a transporter just so you don't have to pack a suitcase?"
Graci (and I can practically see her skin crawling at the unbelievably repulsive thought of suitcase packing): "Yeah, cuz you have to fold your clothes in the suitcase and then they're all wrinkled when you get there and you have to pack stuff that's a waste of time like sunscreen and bug spray and you tell me I have to pack it and I never use it. (Shudders) Oooooh!"
That's our Graci:)