She sits next to Darren in English.
"Yeah. 'Bella, Bella, did you know that dragons have this characteristic?'" she exclaims in a terrible Darren impression. "'I didn't know, Darren. Did I say something that sounded like 'tell me about dragons, again?'" she replies to herself in the most bored of tones.
The snickers become full-fledged giggles. "'No, but no one will talk to be about dragons and you happen to be present! Can I tell you about unicorns, too? Some people think they existed once, centuries ago, did you know?'"
"'I suppose I will not literally claw you for subjecting me to this appallingly nerdy interest you have picked up,'" replies Bella in the guise of Hypothetical Bella.
"'Bwuahahahaha!'" laughs Hypothetical Darren. "'Excellent, now let me tell you some more about dragons!'"
"Are we convincing?" Bella inquires of Vernon, who is presumably hearing this entire thing since he's driving.
That is indeed what he has been doing, staying politely out of the conversation. He snorts, when addressed. "Yes."
"But what will happen to my promising career in soccer if I am branded with that reputation-destroying label? Oh no!"
"You will have to take up knitting, or maybe underwater basket weaving. Not as a hobby, but as a career."
She's still sort of leaned on Darren from the hugging. Well, if Darren's not going to point it out then neither is she.
"I'm sorry that you can't be a soccer superstar, Bella. Your dreams are no doubt crushed."
"I wanted to... heroically... kick things..." says Bella. "In uniform? What exactly do people who want to be soccer stars dream about?"
Darren snorts with laughter. "Maybe. Don't tell Savannah you said that, though, she's been thinking about playing tennis."
"Thank you. It would be annoying. Rejoice that you can get out of the horror of playing sports with my sister."