"That might help. I would feel fancy."

"You would be very fancy. I would obtain pictures."

"... Will they be used as blackmail? Like my prancing pictures?"

From the driver's seat, Vernon laughs maniacally.

"I might attempt to trade them for your prancing pictures!"

"Deal, if you can get 'em."

"Nooooooooo! Not more embarrassing pictures being circulated in the embarrassing pictures black market!"

"Drat, shouldn't've told you my evil plan."

"Yes, now I will never let you take any pictures of me in a police hat. Ever. Prancing pictures of me are no joke."

"Awwwwwwww."

"You're crushed, I know. How will you ever get over the trauma?"

"I'll probably need my fairy princess healing powers."

"Then it's a really good thing you have them. Otherwise, that'd be it for you. Just - so broken up by not having pictures of me in a police hat, or prancing around."

"I would spend months in catatonia. Charlie would be furious with you for the damage to my fragile psyche."

"And then the entire possibility of me wearing a police hat would be out the window, and that would make it so much worse."

"Probably he'd just ticket you a lot for minor traffic infractions."

"It's a really good thing I don't have a car, then. Not even a license, actually, just a permit."

"Really? Aren't you sixteen?"

"Yeah. But I kind of procrastinated."

"I had a permit when I was fifteen and a half and the very day after my birthday I passed my test. Renée was - kind of terrible about errands, it was better when I could do them myself."

"Ah, that makes sense. It wasn't as necessary, for me. Just a nice thing to have, so I didn't jump on it immediately."

"It'll be nice when I have my own car. I'm not supposed to drive Charlie's."

"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."