Bella bursts out laughing. "Please don't fuck my bike. But I thought you might approve, yes. So this is the kind of thing you might randomly decide to spend a fraction of your damages on."

She tilts her head. "There might be extra requirements to drive a motorcycle at my age, actually. My birthday's not till September... I wonder if I need Charlie's permission or something. I will look into that." She strokes her bike. "But I'm keeping this regardless. I like it."