"All right. We'll steer well clear. Buckle up, ladies!" And when the girls have buckled up she pulls onto the road. "Robin, you coming back with us or do you want me to drop you off?"

"Oh, I dunno," says Robin. "I wouldn't want to intrude or anything."

"It's no trouble! But if you'd rather go home you have to tell me where to go."

"All right then." Renée changes lanes to aim at the correct street.

"So on Sunday should I come to yours or what? Seems like it might be hard to move a guitar without... vague musical instrument misfortunes happening?"

"My guitar's been through some misfortunes already," laughs Robin. "It can take some more. And Mother doesn't like it when I play while she's home. Might be better to go to your place."

"Okay, do you need to be picked up or can you figure out buses...?"

"Bring on the buses."

"Okay. You probably didn't, like, memorize our house number -" Andi finds an old receipt on the floor and a pencil stub in the cupholder and writes down the Swan family address for her.

"Thanks," says Robin.

"You're welcome! And if you have any particularly inedible hair ties you should bring those."

"I will," she promises.

"I'd suggest nail polish too but you probably can't play guitar when you're waiting for your nails to dry."

She laughs. "Yeah, guitars and wet nails aren't friends."

Andi mimes strumming an air guitar and getting her index fingernail stuck to a string, refusing to come loose.

Robin cracks up.

Eventually they appear at Robin's house.

"Byyyyyye," Andi calls out the car window as Renée pulls away.