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Olive Penderghast (gnomedownthere) wrote in makebelievelog,

Less weird, eh? Olive wasn’t too sure how she was going to explain she’d lied to a cop. It had made so much more sense in her head when she’d confessed it to the officer. Galen didn’t have a license; a ticket issued to him would have come with more severe charges, a criminal record. Minor charges to be sure, but still something that would hang around for a long time. Olive, the one with the license, on the other hand, just got the more severe traffic violation. She knew how these things worked. But now, faced with the prospect of a disapproving stare from an adult whose guidance and good opinion she valued, maybe that wasn’t such a good choice?

She would find out.

She nodded, though truth be told she wasn’t sure how hungry she was. But the gesture was greatly appreciated, and she was willing to force herself to down something. It might help calm her nerves actually.

“Pizza it is. But no caffeinated beverage for me. Or wait, should I be drinking something that will keep me awake for like, what, eight hours, in case I have a concussion?”