She already has the code

"Oh, isn't it obvious James? We will just need to insert her ****-code into the app."

James looked at her in confusion for a moment, but than he started realizing what she was implying "You mean...?"

"Yes James: I already have her ****-code."

"But... how?" Wonders James out loud making his mum grin out of satisfaction.

"Well, as you should know when a girl gets her **** code for the first time it's required that she is accompanied by a parent or a legal tutor and in Britney's case that person was me. What you probably don't know is that the tutor gers to see the code before it's used to mark the daughter."

"Really? Does Britney know about this?"

"Of course not. If she knew she would probably annoy me with the same stuff I was told by the secretary during the whole procedure: that it is strongly reccomended not to write anywhere the code so that she runs as little risks as possible to be enslaved. Fortunately I didn't listen to that weird hippy and I wrote down her code on my notebook as any loving mother should for occasions just like this.

James looked at his mum for a second incredulous while she took a piece of paper out of her bag and handed over to him.

"You are the best mum"