Saturday morning sees Bella with her notebooks about magic all in her knapsack, her medallion safety-pinned by its chain to her bra just in case she trips the wrong way, waiting with Charlie for pickup for the Avalon trip.
Bella thinks they might as well get in some experimenting/practice on "how the hell does one kiss" while they have this lovely Savannah-unoccupied dad-uninfested space to do it in.
Kissing is very fun! Darren's gotten the gist of it, too. While they're in a dad-uninhabited and Savannah-free zone - kisses!
They could probably lose track of time like this. If they weren't careful.
Nope, it totally starts raining on them. Bella ducks into the driver's seat, giggling.
She leans over the gearshift and curves her hand around the back of his head and kisses him again.
He is also supportive of in-car kisses, too. Kiss!
"Getting late. I should probably drive you home and call my dad," she sighs.
Homeward they go. He'll be grinning a goofy grin all the way there.
"They really are!" agrees Darren. "Just wait until we're epic level wizards! That'll be awesome!"
"Yes, but think of the effect on your students! They show up at not-Hogwarts, excited to learn about magic - and who stands before them but an epic level wizard in the fancy robe with a matching hat. Besides, you can always get the type without the big sleeves. The swooshing around is a benefit, not a downside."
"I don't think I want to swoosh! There is a reason I am a jeans person and not a flowy dresses person. Maybe a calf-length sleeveless version? Would that work?"
"I could rock some neat boots, maybe. I don't know, I barely think about shoes. Do you have shoe opinions? Should I be using you for your shoe opinions?"