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𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑲 & 𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑨/𝑺𝑰𝑫 & 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑪𝒀
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"Good morning!" Fawn chirped, hopping into the kitchen as her grandmother meticulously flipped a pancake.
"Morning," Dawn replied, glancing up before eyeing the clock. "Shouldn't you already be at Vivian's? You're usually long gone by now."
"Mhm, yeah," Fawn said around a mouthful of toast. "Viv's coming here first to grab the car. Damon's mom made a surprise reappearance and promptly disappeared—along with their car."
"Victoria's back?" Dawn asked, eyebrows climbing in disbelief. "And then gone again? She's like a terrible magician."
"Yup," Fawn nodded. "She told Damon something about quality family time—spoiler alert: it lasted exactly until 2 a.m. And then poof, her and the car, gone."
"And you couldn't just drive over there yourself because...?"
"Because of two very simple reasons."
"Oh no," Dawn groaned. "Here we go."
"Number one!" Fawn ignored her and pointed dramatically. "I have a legacy to uphold: the proud Star Hollow tradition of virgins who can't drive. And I'm absolutely crushing both halves of that sentence."
"I hope you're only mostly crushing it," Dawn muttered under her breath.
"And number two, I've got the perfect chauffeur—Vivian. Why drive when you've got a designated driver who actually knows which pedal makes the car go?"
"Fair," Dawn conceded, picking at her waffle. "Do you need lunch money?"
Fawn froze, her eyes narrowing. "What did you do?"
"Nothing! Can't a grandmother ask a completely innocent question without getting the third degree?"
"Not when it's you. You're hiding something."
Dawn sighed dramatically, placing a dollar in the swear jar as if preparing for battle. "Fine. Jessica called. She wanted to know if you were free Saturday, and I might've said yes."
Fawn's face went slack with horror. "You did what?"
"She wouldn't stop calling, Fawn! I was one Hi, Dawn! away from losing it completely!"
"Jar. Now. And add five extra bucks for sacrificing me to Satan's perky twin!"
"She's not that bad—"
"You literally called her a sentient Hallmark card with dead eyes last week!"
"That was hyperbole!" Dawn shot back.
Vivian chose that moment to burst through the door. "Whoa, what did I just walk into?"
"My grandmother sold my soul to the devil," Fawn declared, grabbing her bag. "No biggie."
