"Unless they took pictures, or their radar gun records stuff, or..."

"There's still no car there!"

"And I'm sure that would be very confusing, but not necessarily enough to convince them it had never been there."

"Yeah, you'd probably have to get fake documentation for your imaginary car to pull it off, and that just sounds boring."

"And where would I get it? I've never even had a fake ID."

"I wonder if you could get real documentation for your imaginary car? Like, how much of the Real Car Documentation process depends on the manufacturer and retailer and stuff?"

"I have no idea. Can't be all of it, I don't think, I'm pretty sure there exist people who build their own cars...there are definitely people who inherit cars one way or another."

"But when you inherit the car it'll already have some Real Documentation, right? I dunno."

"Depends where you get it from, maybe? I dunno either."

"If we ever get to the point of conjuring entire cars, we can figure it out then."

"Yeah, true. I guess meanwhile you could use it for, like, a spare tire or something."

"That'd work!"

"Among its many other uses. Hungry?"

"Ooh, yes."

"Any dietary restrictions?"

"Nope!"

"Excellent."

A table just large enough for four people appears. Then a tablecloth appears a few inches above it and falls down, its hanging edges swishing back and forth with thwarted momentum. Then four chairs, one at a time. Then a handful of serving dishes, then a small variety of tasty-looking foods.

Anna applauds.

"Wow, somebody's been working hard!" says Cass. "Good going!"

"Thanks! Magic is excellent."

"Damn right."

"Edie's better at teekay than I am, though."

"Gee, I feel like a slacker now," laughs Cass.

"Or we're just overachievers."

"Being an overachiever looks like fun! Count me in!"