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.
"Is that a no? Is he still a puddle? Do I need to go find him and scrape him off of the floor?"
Maybe Darren will show up soon and put his sister out of her misery.
And there he is! He sits next to Bella and gives Savannah a smug look.
"Sorry, Bella," he laughs. "I am pretty terrible at this in general."
"Yes, but he is Darren and therefore easily embarrassed."
"I do find it strangely endearing, but who knows, that might wear off after six months or something."
Darren snorts. "Hopefully not, that would make tutoring you awkward."
"Maybe in six months fewer things will prompt embarrassment. It can be your project of personal growth."
"Yaaaay! I don't know if you could borrow my technique to useful effect, though."
"But the opportunity cost, Darren. You are spending so much time being embarrassed. What if you lose lots of valuable time, being embarrassed, and it is just the margin by which you could have created world peace or something?"
"You're right, of course," he snickers. "I'll try and keep my embarrassment downtime as short as possible."