Darren snickers. "I do, too. By day, I'm a normal highschool student. But by night?" He poses dramatically. "I am a magic flying deer."

"Do you fight crime?"

"Unfortunately, no. I am a scrawny sixteen year old and I would get shot."

"It is such a pity being winged quadrupeds doesn't help our shootability."

"It really is. Maybe I'll figure out a way around it with magic."

"That would be a good emergency scroll. Immunity to projectiles."

"Am I missing something?"

"That was a terrible D&D joke. It's a spell. I'm a nerd."

"It's my intimidating physique, isn't it. I bet that's it."

"I tremble with anxiety to behold it." Pause. "You are in fact rather tall."

He snickers. "Yeah, but built like a bean-pole."

"A very intimidating beanpole."

"Yes. Fear me, and my scrawny but tall might."

"I'm sublimating my gut-wrenching terror by cracking weak jokes."

"As is proper," agrees Darren. "Otherwise you might start screaming and dad might freak out and crash the car."

"And then I'd just have to pass out again."

"...Oh wow. Did Mrs. Adams have to haul me off of - oh wow. Okay, I should not stand directly over people while doing fairy princess healing magic, noted, I'm sorry."