"I think I should ask to see your driver's license," Dennis says, relaxing and smiling wryly. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not active and I have a girlfriend."
"What's a driver's license?" Leifr asks before shrugging and stepping back. The message was received loud and clear. He wouldn't continue to pursue it, knowing that the other wasn't interested.
"It's a two-ton machine, made of metal, glass, and plastic, that travels really fast aaand, if you hit someone with it, you flatten them in a very messy way. So, you have to be a certain age, before our government lets you operate one."
"I'm a bit of a wizard myself so I can appreciate someone like minded." Leifr responded casually. "You might be biased though. We all thinks our fathers is magnificent. Until we realize that they aren't."
"Just because I'm biased, doesn't mean I'm wrong," Dennis argues cheerfully. "I'll never think less of him than I do now. I know he has flaws, but he's just so good and brilliant. I've never met anyone kinder or smarter."
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