Icy was never one to admit her flaws, she was more keen on denying them all. But when Bloom had asked her to drive…well all those flaws became painfully clear.

Truth be told, the witch had never been behind the wheel before; she never had the need. But Bloom really wanted to go on a rode trip…and she didn't want to drive the whole way there.

Icy was in the middle of telling her she couldn't have it both ways when the fairy shot her with the puppy eyes. With that she muttered about how she had never learned to drive so she couldn't even if she wanted to.

It was due to this that she sat behind the wheel listening to Bloom lecture her on how to operate a car.

Parked in the lot of a random grocery store Bloom reminded Icy that driving at 65 in a residential area is in fact…not legal.

Icy turned the car back on and put it in drive. "This is a pain in the ass and I don't like it."

"Oh come on, it's actually really fun when you get used to it." Bloom smiled. "…And when you stop flipping the bird at anyone who passes you." She added as Icy did just that.

"Well, they shouldn't be passing me, they belong behind me. Speaking of which, this guy behind me needs to stop riding my ass!"

"I have never been in a car with someone so aggressive. You're on the wrong side of the road again! Bloom shouted.

"They can just drive around me then." Icy muttered throwing her hands in the air.

Bloom gave a small cry and straightened the wheel. "What did I tell you about keeping at least one hand on the steering-wheel?!"

Icy shrugged.

"Will you get back onto the correct side of the road!?"

"Have you heard of the game, chicken?"

"Chicken?"

"You usually play it in the hallways, you walk straight at a person, whoever moves out of the way first loses."

"Yes." Bloom frowned. "Why?"

"Because we're playing it now." Icy smirked as she accelerated.

Bloom let out another cry and swerved the car back into the correct lane. "Holy potatoes! You're going to get us killed! Will you just stay in your lane!?"

"Holy potatoes?" Icy snorted. "Of all the things you could have exclaimed, you chose 'holy potatoes.'"

Bloom frowned. "Just keep driving…and don't kill us in the processes."

"Relax, I was just joking. I'm not that bad at driving."

"I'll believe it when I see you're licence…even then I'll probably ask how much you paid the guy to give it to you."