Daizi ate a nice, filling, pregnancy-cravings approved meal, and also allowed herself some gelato after. It was only fair, after all. It was a nice little meal, and soon enough they were on the train home, and not long after they had reunited with Dark, gave him his gifts, and went to a quiet night home. Daizi thought that perhaps the hardest thing she had ever done was to stay awake on the train, and so she quickly crashed as soon as they got inside.
Then another week came by, once more Daizi was back to work, and a day came that some in the house were thrilled for, and some were dreading: the day Dark was finally going to teach them to drive. Their permits were all in order. He had driven to an empty parking lot, because he really did not want to make enemies of his neighbors by having one of his twins crash his car into their mailbox. Or, into their house, which he had seen happen before.
He sat for a few minutes after turning off the car (thinking it best the twins start with turning it on for themselves), and just said, "Do not crash my car." He did not ask who was going to go first... He was pretty sure he knew.