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"Can I drive?” Raven was breathing deeply in the fresh air. A single towering peak loomed over Smithers, and the sun gleamed on his dark hair.

In his black biker gear, he could have posed for the cover of a teen-girl flimsy, and despite all she knew about him Kelsa’s will began to soften. “Do your powers give you the ability to do something without having to learn how?”

He cocked one eyebrow. “Powers?”

“You know what I mean. Do you have some magical way to know how to do something without learning to do it?”

“I like that. Powers.”

Kelsa waited.

“No,” he admitted. “But I’m tired of--”

“Under no circumstances are you driving.”

--Trickster's Girl