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.
"That sounds like everything's still attached and just damaged beyond repair."
"Fair point. Maiming has much the same connotation. Hmmm. Why is this so difficult?"
"Aw, man, I'll never get my merit badge in reference-toting at this rate."
"Nope. Sorry. You can't expect to get it without actually toting various references. I expect at least three encyclopedias on you at all times."
"Oh sure, now you want my help. When your merit badge is on the line. I feel used, Bella."
"I know I want to be useful but I can't while I'm weighed down with so many encyclopedias, Darren."
"But what if I'm caught without later on and they rescind my badge? I will be a laughingstock."
"Am I just going to end up doomed to follow you around, carrying your encyclopedias until the end of time?"
"Yes. Your job title is 'luggage cart'. On special occasions you will also get to carry my suitcase, you see, and we would like your title to make you feel as important as possible."
"Oh, well, as long as my ego is soothed," snorts Darren. "Then I can be a luggage cart."
"Of course your ego must be soothed, or I'd be booked for labor rights violations or something."
"Luggage carts everywhere would rise up in protest. There would be unions."
"That's what unions were originally for, you know. The forty-hour work week, safer conditions, and soothed egos. You didn't sleep through class that day in History, did you?"
"Of course not," he snickers. "I am well aware of the horrifically unfair working conditions that left egos unsoothed. I'm glad you're avoiding that route."
"I want to be on the right side of history, of course. Remember me kindly in your memoirs."