You're cutting class and coming on a joy ride with me in a stolen car. That's called friendship, ze~

[She puts the keys in the ignition and looks at the pedals. Marisa had seen enough people drive to know the theory behind it. Granted theory and practice tended to be two different things.]

'Course, I do. How hard can it be? It's like my broom; just bigger.

[And there, she turns the keys and the engine roars to life. SO COOL.]