A/N: Takes place after the Crystal War. Nicole already had her driver's permit before they left for Zenkyoshi.
"Mimi, up. I'm teaching you how to drive."
Mimi, who had been sitting at the kitchen table looking at pictures of Indian food, looked up curiously.
"You're – why?" she blurted, not really sure exactly what the reason for this was.
Nicole sighed, rubbing her head.
"Because I'm tired of being the only person around here who uses cars for things other than speeding bombs of terror."
That did make sense. Even so, it wasn't as though there were many roads in the Digiworld, and it was much more convenient hanging onto a digimon for transportation as opposed to trying to drive. That coupled with the recent war, and everyone had quickly come to a consensus that especially when it came to fighting digimon, cars were much better used as weapons.
Mimi however also knew of another reason Nicole was so forward about this. She put down the book with a wry smile, gazing back at the other girl. "You mean, you don't want to be the only person who knows how to drive when a car is the only option we have for escape?"
Nicole visibly grimaced, and Mimi knew she had hit it.
"Yeah. That too," she admitted, sighing. "Seriously, not a great moment for me right there. And really, how in the hell did Tai know how to hotwire stuff when he's never driven before, and then he goes off and commandeers a freaking motorcycle, I don't get it," she grumbled, more to herself than anything.