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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.

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[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."

[morethanimaginary]

Savannah pokes her head around the corner. "How was your daaaaate...?"

[shesepankh]

"Hi, Savannah," says Bella, just to be annoying. "How are you?"

[morethanimaginary]

"Good! So did you kiss? I bet you kissed!"

[shesepankh]

"I'm so glad you're doing well, Savannah. I'd better call my dad." Bella doffs Darren's jacket.

[morethanimaginary]

"Okay!" agrees Savannah. She'll just go ask her brother. "Soooo... Darren..."

[castmyown]

"Vana, I love you," says Darren, "but no. You didn't even go with the flower petal idea, how can I possibly tell you about how our date went?"

[morethanimaginary]

"Shit! I didn't do the flower petal idea!"

[steppingup]

"Quarter!" proclaims a voice from the living room.

[morethanimaginary]

".... Shit," says Savannah, in a much softer tone. Off she goes to go deposit quarters.

[shesepankh]

Bella snorts and calls her dad to come get her and then meanders back Darrenward.

[castmyown]

Darren grins at her. "Look, Bella! I didn't devolve into a puddle of embarrassment instantly!"

[shesepankh]

"Hurray! It would be pretty hard to date you if you were a puddle of embarrassment."

[castmyown]

"It really would be. You'd have to put me in a bucket and carry me around that way. It would get old very quickly."

[shesepankh]

"Maybe I could transfer you to other containers for variety. Water bottle. Starbucks cup. Canteen. Carefully disassembled snowglobe."

[castmyown]

"Exciting. I could be a snowglobe!"

[shesepankh]

"You could! Although I'm not sure how comfortable containing the little snow granules can possibly be!"

[castmyown]

"Probably not very, but if they're sparkly I would feel fabulous."

[shesepankh]

"Fabulous and itchy!"

[castmyown]

"Both of those things!" laughs Darren. "Not sure it would be worth it."