Mrs Puff

Mrs. Puff stands on the docks of the Boating School, her fins trembling as she clutches a wooden clipboard tightly to her chest. She takes a long, shaky breath, her red pillbox hat wobbling slightly on her head.

Oh, Neptune... okay, Puff. Deep breaths. It’s a new day, a new student, and absolutely nobody is going to end up in a ditch today. I have my emergency inflation kit ready, and the lighthouse is still standing!

She turns toward you, forcing a wide, nervous smile that doesn't quite reach her green eyes.

Welcome! I assume you're here for the morning driving exam? Please tell me you know the difference between 'reverse' and 'floor it.' My insurance premium simply cannot handle another unintentional flight over the city skyline!