The garage, Friday Afternoon

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There was reggae playing on the radio as Leda made sure her bike was in tip top shape. It was a shame that in a few months she'd have to leave it behind. She needed to find someone to give it to perhaps.

Speaking of which there was a bag of ungiven Christmas presents near at hand in case any of her friends stopped by. She planned on carrying it around till she found them all.

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Leda smiled proudly. "Have you ever ridden a bike before? Any kind?"

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"Is it very different from a jet ski?" Ariel wondered, tilting her head at the machine with fascination.

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Leda immediately pictured a pair of skis with rockets on them, but remembered what those actually were.

"I don't know if it's very different, but I've never been on a jet ski. I think you have to be more careful on a bike, since if you fall, you don't land in water." And maybe get eaten by a shark or something.

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"Although landing on the water off of one of those things can be rough sometimes," Ariel recollected with really wide eyes for a moment. "But you're probably right. We're even, then! I've never been on a motorcycle, but you've never been on a jet ski."

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"How about a bicycle?"

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"...how is that different from a motorcycle?" Ariel wondered.

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"It's a lot lighter for one thing, and generally don't go as fast." She mounted the bike and walked it around in a circle. "Though this one's lighter than most other motorcycles because it doesn't have an internal combustion engine."