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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.
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castmyown
"Yup. Have no idea which one it is, though, but definitely one of them."
shesepankh
"You have to identify it, in Latin, before this allows you to win the argument."
shesepankh
"Well, then you are at a disadvantage in the identification of fallacies, quod erat demonstrandum." She gets out of the car and does the nearest thing possible for her to a hustle towards the shelter of the house.
castmyown
"I have no idea what that means," sighs Darren. Out of the car he goes, he glances up at the sky, then at Bella, then off comes his jacket and over Bella's head it goes.
shesepankh
She accepts the jacket, anyway. "I'm not a language nerd myself, but a few things land in English and stick there. English is linguistic flypaper."
Here is the front door! Perhaps Darren has a key or knows whether to expect it to be unlocked.
Here is the front door! Perhaps Darren has a key or knows whether to expect it to be unlocked.
castmyown
He has a key. He produces it, unlocks the door, and in they can go.
"It is, it's annoying that way."
"It is, it's annoying that way."
castmyown
"It doesn't make sense! There are so many different ways to pronounce things and so many words are the same but mean entirely different things."
morethanimaginary
Savannah pokes her head around the corner. "How was your daaaaate...?"
shesepankh
"I'm so glad you're doing well, Savannah. I'd better call my dad." Bella doffs Darren's jacket.
morethanimaginary
"Okay!" agrees Savannah. She'll just go ask her brother. "Soooo... Darren..."
castmyown
"Vana, I love you," says Darren, "but no. You didn't even go with the flower petal idea, how can I possibly tell you about how our date went?"
morethanimaginary
".... Shit," says Savannah, in a much softer tone. Off she goes to go deposit quarters.
shesepankh
Bella snorts and calls her dad to come get her and then meanders back Darrenward.
castmyown
Darren grins at her. "Look, Bella! I didn't devolve into a puddle of embarrassment instantly!"
shesepankh
"Hurray! It would be pretty hard to date you if you were a puddle of embarrassment."
castmyown
"It really would be. You'd have to put me in a bucket and carry me around that way. It would get old very quickly."
shesepankh
"Maybe I could transfer you to other containers for variety. Water bottle. Starbucks cup. Canteen. Carefully disassembled snowglobe."