She sits next to Darren in English.
"Okay." Bella stands up and streeeeetches. She's been hunched over her notebook for a long time even for her.
Whatever. Off they go to find his father!
And there he is, in the kitchen. He looks up, amused. "You two have been busy, I take it?"
"I like Chinese. Good with most anything in the genre but I can produce specific opinions if you want me to and give me a menu to look at."
"... Thanks. Only organized one in the house," says an amused Vernon. Menu goes to Bella. "There you are."
Bella looks through it and expresses an appreciation for wonton soup and chicken fried rice, "but again, I'll eat whatever you'd normally get."
Savannah arrives from upstairs! "... Oh my god you two have noses out of books. Are you dying?"
"Skin and bones and feathers, don't forget," says Bella, producing feathers. Darren's standing sufficiently adjacent to her that one wing winds up settling incidentally on his back.
Darren.... Notices and inspects his shoes, giggling a little. He is embarrassed and vaguely pleased.
Bella figures Darren just thinks, entirely reasonably, that she is hilarious. She puts her wings away. "Is nighttime a good time to try flying practice? It's getting dark, we could go after dinner, we'd be hard to see?"
"It's the best time. Do you want to go flying? Because... Darren can take you flying."