Playing with fire

She asked if I dared take a ride from her if she's driving.

Why not? I replied.
If I can take your cooking, I sure can survive your driving.

How is that the same!?
I can sense her starting to boil.

I mustered the straightest face I could and replied.
Well, I am putting my life at risk in both cases..

Ah.. Playing with fire; cheap thrills of the modern man.