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.
"See? Look at you, showing your self-awareness all over the place. Being self-aware that you are self-aware."
"You hear that, Bella? We have permission from my sister to keep being ourselves. Knew she would be supportive."
"She would be out of luck if she required us to undergo personality transplants."
"Very much so. I might not even be able to manage to stop being easily embarrassed. An entire personality is beyond my capabilities."
"I could probably make a halfway creditable effort but I'd have to really want to, and I like myself."
"Yup. I know you were waiting on bated breath for a pointless permission you didn't need."
"Yes. I am wise and generous to have relieved you of your torment."
(He is eating his food, too, but mostly as an afterthought.)
Savannah bows, regally. "Thank you, thank you, loyal subjects."
"Whoa, hey, I hailed you, that's barely a step up from a greeting. I did not by any means swear fealty."