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[bitty_justice]

[A nod as he takes it, without hesitation.]

Right. And when I get to Hogwarts, then I'll eat vegetables. Lots of vegetables. And drink milk. All that.

[parumcanis]

Sure, yeah. Exactly.

[And you'll do it alone, but he doesn't say that. Sirius rips into another pumpin pastie for himself and stuffs it into his mouth, happily.]

Only you'll have butterbeer as well. You'll have to.

[bitty_justice]

Oh -


[He blinks.]

It's not...real beer, is it?

[parumcanis]

At school?

[Are you kidding? That's the look that he gives Miles, his nose wrinkled up.]

No way. Only house elves get drunk on butterbeer. It's a drink, that's all. You'll love it, you'll see--it's sweet and fizzy and brilliant.

[bitty_justice]

Oh - Then...Yes, that sounds good. Sort of like root beer?

[parumcanis]

Roots? Like-- a potion?

[bitty_justice]

[Miles actually answers that with an enthusiastic:]

Yeah, sort of! Except instead of having magical properties, the ingredients for the potion are added for flavor. Though back in the original days, it was thought to have healing properties, as well - highly unscientific, all of that, but people thought it - but I bet you've never tried it, have you?

[parumcanis]

What was it meant to be healing?

[That does sound a bit like a potion, though no wizard would make potions with ingredients just so they might taste good. Perhaps they ought to, Sirius thinks. He's had enough foul-tasting potions in his life to last him a lifetime.]

I don't think we even have root-beer. Where can you buy it?

[bitty_justice]

Well, it was part of this whole...Basically, people pretended that they made miracle cures that were nothing of the sort, and they promised that they'd cure everything, stomachaches and baldness and anything else. And they went around in wagons and sold them to anyone who would come by. People eventually caught on that they weren't any use, but they still liked the taste.

[He says all of that cheerfully and rapidly; Miles might put strong stock in being kind and decent, but he certainly takes a certain delight in recounting this borderline immoral activity - mostly because he knows Sirius will be interested.]

Anyway, it's American, so we'll have to go to America to try it.

[parumcanis]

[His guess is accurate. Sirius is very interested. He grins a bit, impressed by the sheer audacity of these salesmen.]

They just lied, and everyone believed them? Wow. They must have been really good liars. [And the idea of going to America--while impossible--is still more exciting, so he adds, eagerly:] Where in America is it?

[bitty_justice]

Oh, all over. We've got these places, root beer stands - they usually serve hamburgers, too, and sometimes they get done up really absurd, where people come out on roller-skates to take your order and stuff. I've never been to one of those, but I bet they're pretty fun.

[parumcanis]

Roller-skates.

[He repeats the words--not as a question, just trying to suss out what they might be. Like ice skates, but with rollers--oh, right, he's seen muggle kids with those, and so he nods, quickly, before his knowledge can be questioned.]

We should find one of those, if you've never been. That's the one that we'll go to.

[bitty_justice]

[Miles nods.]

Or - oh, what about a drive-in? Where they serve you food when you're still in your car? [But here's a question - ] Have you ever been in a car?

[parumcanis]

Well-- no.

[He glances at his right foot, as he kicks it against the bench.]

Never had the chance. We don't-- have much to do with cars.

[bitty_justice]

[That's just an excuse for a fresh bout of enthusiasm:]

Oh, that's - No, you have to. Cars are brilliant. I'm a car enthusiast - [The stodgy phrase is clearly copied from someone else.] And I've already picked out what I'll drive when I'm old enough to drive. Dad's car is nice, but it's not the best, and he's promised me when he gets a new one he'll let me help pick it.

"a car enthusiast" be cuter tiny edgeworth

[parumcanis]

They don't seem that great.

[But he's not sure of that, and it shows in his tone. Plus he doesn't know about cars, does he--it's entirely possible that they're brilliant. Just not more brilliant than broomsticks, surely.]

What's the one that you want, then?

He's a nerd for everything under the sun

[bitty_justice]

[He answers at once, with great certainty and enormous enthusiasm.]

The Toyota 2000GT. It's a brilliant car. Absolutely brilliant. There've only been 350 built but they're winning races all over and can go up to 220 kilometers per hour. I'd get one in red - manual, I'd never drive an automatic - and I'd obey all the speed limits of course but it would just be brilliant.

you're killing me now talk about Star Wars

[parumcanis]

Speed limits?

[He laughs at that--but his interest has been caught anyways. Like Ricky Bobby, Sirius Black just likes to go fast, and he likes to win. All of these things, contained in a single object--even if it's a muggle object--why wouldn't he be interested?]

But it can go 220 kilometers per hour!

Ooooh Han Solo oooooh

[bitty_justice]

[Miles nods, pleased. That's one of the pleasing things about it, really, the wonderful thing about that sort of car - knowing it can go so fast but choosing to drive safely. He can't quite put his finger on the reason why that's such a nice notion, can't really identify why the thought is so wonderful - it's just something sort of like how Dad could make hundreds of thousands every year but instead they live in a modest flat and drive a modest car. There's something very nice about the thought of having the potential to do something selfish and choosing the good thing instead.]

I know. But if we took it out to the autobahn - we could go that fast out there. But not where it's against the law.

now you're just quoting me

[parumcanis]

What's an otto baahn? Now you're just making up words--

[But he laughs, pleased, as if making up words is one of the more clever things someone could do.]

You have to wait to be of age to use a car, don't you?

I actually do nothing but quote you, just one word at a time and sometimes rearranged

[bitty_justice]

[He wrinkles his nose.]

Yeah. Till I'm seventeen.

honestly that's all the english language is

[parumcanis]

[He lets out a huff of breath, a little disgusted.]

But that's ages from now! Do we really have to wait that long? You can get a broomstick whenever you like, you know--

there, that's it, linguistics solved

[bitty_justice]

[That's a little bit of a surprise.]

Really? You don't need a licence?

you can just come and study me now

[parumcanis]

Nah! Not for broomsticks, why would you? For Apparition, yeah, but you do your lessons for that at Hogwarts and you get your licence. But you can get a broomstick whenever you like--they're brilliant.

You haven't got one, have you?

You'll be like the Henrietta Lacks of linguistics

[bitty_justice]

[He clears his throat and shakes his head.]

Um...No. They're a little...expensive.