"Drat, shouldn't've told you my evil plan."

"Yes, now I will never let you take any pictures of me in a police hat. Ever. Prancing pictures of me are no joke."

"Awwwwwwww."

"You're crushed, I know. How will you ever get over the trauma?"

"I'll probably need my fairy princess healing powers."

"Then it's a really good thing you have them. Otherwise, that'd be it for you. Just - so broken up by not having pictures of me in a police hat, or prancing around."

"I would spend months in catatonia. Charlie would be furious with you for the damage to my fragile psyche."

"And then the entire possibility of me wearing a police hat would be out the window, and that would make it so much worse."

"Probably he'd just ticket you a lot for minor traffic infractions."

"It's a really good thing I don't have a car, then. Not even a license, actually, just a permit."

"Really? Aren't you sixteen?"

"Yeah. But I kind of procrastinated."

"I had a permit when I was fifteen and a half and the very day after my birthday I passed my test. Renée was - kind of terrible about errands, it was better when I could do them myself."

"Ah, that makes sense. It wasn't as necessary, for me. Just a nice thing to have, so I didn't jump on it immediately."

"It'll be nice when I have my own car. I'm not supposed to drive Charlie's."

"Since you don't have the mustache required."

"And I don't even eat that many donuts to make up for it."

"Exactly. You're definitely not police-car certified."

"Alas."

They arrive at the Sanders' home. There's Savannah, sitting on the porch and waiting impatiently.

"Are you two okay?" she demands of them, immediately, barely even giving them time to get out of the car.

"We're fine, magic happened, we're both fine."

"Magic? What kind of magic? Darren what did you do?!"

Darren winces. "A lava monster thing attacked us, we fled to the ocean, I used magic to hit it with a miniaturized tidal wave. Bella healed me, and now I am fine."