Morty nodded and hurried out of the kitchen. As he made it to the stairs, something in him kicked in. Was it excitement? Must have been, as it pushed him to bound up the stairs two steps at a time. Thankfully the stairs were carpetted, or he might have woken up his mom and sister. Yet, in his haste to get to his room, Morty tripped on the second to last step and faceplanted at the top of the stairs. Fuck. He pushed himself up and hurried into his room, hardly closing the door before changing clothes. 

"So where are we going?" he asked as he entered the garage. As much as he was trying to not let Rick see his excitement, he clearly failed. But he still kept his distance, trying to keep a line between letting himself have fun and falling for something that would ultimately hurt him.