"I'm up for exploring!"

"Cool. There's a lot of interesting rich-person junk lying around."

"There's a joke in there about being interested in rich people's junk...."

"The rich people who lived here were my grandparents, so, ew."

Cass giggles unrepentantly.

"Fair warning, Grandmother was emotionally unavailable," she says flippantly.

"I feel like that's less of a problem than the part where she's dead!"

"Well, yes, but you were already warned of that part when you started making innuendo!"

"Aren't you a rich person?"

"Arguably, but I don't live like one and I'm a grown-ass woman and it's Mom who owns the money, so also arguably not."

"If you say so."

"I guess it depends on the context? I can go to whatever university I want and not panic if I have an unexpected medical bill, but I couldn't go out and buy a shiny car on a whim."

"Yep, that's a rich person, far as I'm concerned."

"Aha. Media stereotypes have deceived me."

"They'll do that!"

"I should be ashamed, being fooled for a minute. Shame, shame, Edie, no shiny car for you."

"Someday maybe you'll get good enough to make one."

"Huh. Maybe. That'd be pretty cool, actually, make a car when you need to go somewhere and let it vanish at your destination."

"Tragically we're not quite up to that kind of thing. But hey, summer of magic fun, maybe we will be."

"Well, actually doing that probably wouldn't be much more discreet than just flying everywhere, sadly."

"Oh, I bet you could figure out how to hide your vanishing car. But it'd be a pain."

"And explaining why I had no registration or insurance for it to any given police officer would be fun."

"'Car? What car? There's no car here'," giggles Cass.

"Yes, because that'll work so well if I ever get pulled over. 'Yes, officer, you decided to randomly accost a pedestrian who was walking on the shoulder. Over the speed limit? I don't think that's biologically possible.'"

"Well it's not like they'll be able to prove you wrong!"