[Come on, that's the oldest trick in the book. He's not about to believe that Vera had predicted exactly what he was going to say.... he nods at their answers to his question, though. He can drive them to the store and back; it's not that far. The only trouble he sees is that he can't very well take them off-road when the backseat is full of candies or soda, which means...]
All right. They don't really buckle, but strap yourself in anyways.
[He gestures to the makeshift seatbelts he's installed, anchor points made of paper clips pushed through the seats and twisted around themselves, lap belts of bread ties and shoulder belts of rubber bands. All in all, it should be enough to keep them safe in the car should they hit any bumps or potholes (and when they're this small, a lot of imperfections in the road count as potholes!).
Once the two of them are done, Dante spares a moment to glance between the two girls.]
Ready?
[It's a rhetorical question. Rather than heading down the street toward the store, Dante's pulling off into an alleyway that smells of fresh rain, gunning it toward a giant puddle that spans the entire width of the alley. Enjoy the giant fishtails that spray up to either side of them!]
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[Come on, that's the oldest trick in the book. He's not about to believe that Vera had predicted exactly what he was going to say.... he nods at their answers to his question, though. He can drive them to the store and back; it's not that far. The only trouble he sees is that he can't very well take them off-road when the backseat is full of candies or soda, which means...]
All right. They don't really buckle, but strap yourself in anyways.
[He gestures to the makeshift seatbelts he's installed, anchor points made of paper clips pushed through the seats and twisted around themselves, lap belts of bread ties and shoulder belts of rubber bands. All in all, it should be enough to keep them safe in the car should they hit any bumps or potholes (and when they're this small, a lot of imperfections in the road count as potholes!).
Once the two of them are done, Dante spares a moment to glance between the two girls.]
Ready?
[It's a rhetorical question. Rather than heading down the street toward the store, Dante's pulling off into an alleyway that smells of fresh rain, gunning it toward a giant puddle that spans the entire width of the alley. Enjoy the giant fishtails that spray up to either side of them!]