"Since you don't have the mustache required."

"And I don't even eat that many donuts to make up for it."

"Exactly. You're definitely not police-car certified."

"Alas."

They arrive at the Sanders' home. There's Savannah, sitting on the porch and waiting impatiently.

"Are you two okay?" she demands of them, immediately, barely even giving them time to get out of the car.

"We're fine, magic happened, we're both fine."

"Magic? What kind of magic? Darren what did you do?!"

Darren winces. "A lava monster thing attacked us, we fled to the ocean, I used magic to hit it with a miniaturized tidal wave. Bella healed me, and now I am fine."

"... Wouldn't do it again. But I'm all right, now."

Bella considers answering and then decides against it.

Savannah releases Darren from hugs, and says in an angry but audibly wavering voice, "Don't you ever do that to me again. I was scared shitless."

Vernon is wisely going to let this swear slide, considering the circumstances.

"Sorry," says Darren, quietly.

Then it's Bella's turn for hugs. "Thank you."

Hugs. Mumble: "I don't even know how I did it."

"Doesn't fucking matter, you did it," insists Savannah.

"You're welcome."

"Very thoroughly."

"He got it good," Bella says. "Under pressure. It was cool if you ignore the screaming terror."

And the fact that he got himself caught in it, too. Not that he will tell his sister that.

"Good brother. Knew you had it in you. I," she declares, "will bake you cookies."