Scott beats Sara to the intellectual punch and DOESN’T crow about it.
[AN: my wrist is paining me, today, so therefore I drabble]
Scott came upon Sara in the garage, once again repairing her quirk-ridden scooter, Eileen. And, he had to note, cussing politely.
“Gluteus maximus!”
“Problems?”
“Recalcitrant gearbox, alas.”
Scott looked and briefly wondered how she couldn’t see her mistake. “You put that in backwards and upside-down,” he said, pointing.
“Oh, crud vapours!”
“It happens to everyone. Don’t feel bad about it.”
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