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[shesepankh]

Saturday morning sees Bella with her notebooks about magic all in her knapsack, her medallion safety-pinned by its chain to her bra just in case she trips the wrong way, waiting with Charlie for pickup for the Avalon trip.

Comments

[castmyown]

"If you like, but you'd have to get robes to match your fur, and that could be a hassle."

[shesepankh]

"The stars and moons could be that goldy color."

[castmyown]

"There we go, in that case - feel free to skip the shoes and go around pawed."

[shesepankh]

"I like the paws. I like so many things about being a sphinx, really, it's comfy."

[castmyown]

Darren snickers. "I like being a peryton, too. It's very - I'm much lighter on my feet and faster in my natural form."

[shesepankh]

"Prancy!" suggests Bella.

[castmyown]

"Prancy is a word for it."

[shesepankh]

"I reaaaaaally want to see the prancy pictures. Or actual prancing! You could placate me with real live prancing."

[castmyown]

"I would be far too embarrassed to show real live prancing right after we kissed."

[shesepankh]

"Does that mean that to get what I want I have to not kiss you for long enough that it doesn't count as having just happened?" she asks archly, turning onto his street.

[castmyown]

"No, that would mean that you would kiss me less and that would be terrible."

[shesepankh]

"So clearly you should show me the pictures and/or actual prancing while I wait for Charlie to come get me."

[castmyown]

"I'm fairly certain that's a logical fallacy."

[shesepankh]

"Is it?" Park.

[castmyown]

"Yup. Have no idea which one it is, though, but definitely one of them."

[shesepankh]

"You have to identify it, in Latin, before this allows you to win the argument."

[castmyown]

".... But I don't speak any Latin..."

[shesepankh]

"Well, then you are at a disadvantage in the identification of fallacies, quod erat demonstrandum." She gets out of the car and does the nearest thing possible for her to a hustle towards the shelter of the house.

[castmyown]

"I have no idea what that means," sighs Darren. Out of the car he goes, he glances up at the sky, then at Bella, then off comes his jacket and over Bella's head it goes.

[shesepankh]

"Quod erat demonstrandum? QED? Thus it is proven?"

[castmyown]

"I'm a magic nerd, not a language nerd!" Darren defends.

[shesepankh]

She accepts the jacket, anyway. "I'm not a language nerd myself, but a few things land in English and stick there. English is linguistic flypaper."

Here is the front door! Perhaps Darren has a key or knows whether to expect it to be unlocked.

[castmyown]

He has a key. He produces it, unlocks the door, and in they can go.

"It is, it's annoying that way."

[shesepankh]

"You don't like that about it? I think it's great."

[castmyown]

"It doesn't make sense! There are so many different ways to pronounce things and so many words are the same but mean entirely different things."