"How do you know so much about physics, Guinevere?" Doc asked her as he worked at a table in the middle of the laboratory.
"Oh, Mer... Mr. Nile taught me a bit while we were conversing at the constabulary," Guinevere replied as she played with the magnets on a counter.
Doc looked suspiciously over his shoulder at her. Why did she stutter pronouncing Mr. Nile's name just now?
"Is Mr. Nile a scientist?"
"Yes, a very good one. He's the best scientist in Britain!" she boasted.
"Thanks for your help with the chemicals, Guinevere. I skipped class a couple of times when I was your age," he laughed.
Guinevere smiled as she headed towards the door, "It was a pleasure!" she called.
Doc watched as the young woman left. How can she know so much about chemicals if she claims to be from a medieval time period? There was a logical explanation and an illogical explanation. The logical one being that Guinevere was a fake and the illogical one being that Guinevere was an alchemist or at least knew of alchemic practices.
Doyle stopped Guinevere as she walked through the hallway. He had a biker's helmet under one arm and he jingled a set of keys in the other.
"Hey. Guinevere. Do you want to go on a ride with me?" he asked her when she stopped in front of him.
"I don't know, I'll have to ask Drew first," Guinevere told him.
"I already asked her, she said it was alright," he smiled excitedly not knowing that his sister had actually said yes so he would realize that Guinevere was not interested.
"Well, okay then," Guinevere forced a smile, expecting to ride on a horse or in a carriage like her sisters had always done.
Instead of a pleasant horse or carriage ride, Doyle took Guinevere on a rough ride in the airship to the mainland and then handed her a helmet like his as he mounted on top of a motorcycle.
"What is that thing that you're on?" Guinevere asked before she put her helmet on.
"It's a motorcycle," Doyle replied as he strapped on his helmet and revved up the chopper.
Guinevere climbed onto the seat behind him and waited nervously for something to happen. Suddenly, she was almost thrown backwards on the motorcycle as it set off down the road. She grabbed onto Doyle's shoulders and held on tight as they sped down the road. It was not a very enjoyable ride as the motorcycle thundered under her and soon, her legs were numb and she was half-deaf because of the roar of the engine.
They soon parked in a large parking lot in front of a large building. Across the front of the building, it read, "National Museum of Unicorns and Unicorn Collectables."
After they took off their helmets, Doyle led Guinevere up the steps to the museum.
"I thought you might've liked to see something like this," he told her, "I don't care if you like me or not but at least I'm treating you to a nice date."
"A nice date!?" Guinevere looked at him crossly, "The ride was not very enjoyable. My legs hurt," she complained.
"Yeah, that happens during your first time on a motorcycle," he kept his tone, trying to be nice to win her over.
They entered the museum together and Doyle paid their way. Before they headed into the hall from the main desk, he grabbed her hand.
"Here, you'll get lost," he told her with a smile and she accepted, reluctant.