Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

He took a seat, rubbing a paw at his itchy nose. His eyes remained fixed on the distant hillock. Finley straightened when Jawahir came loping back in his direction, looking rather pleased with themselves.

If you say so, he rejoined, albeit playfully. He could be pretty certain now Jawahir didn’t have any balls. I did say I’ve never done that before, Finley added in his defense, laughing.

Well, he announced in the next moment, I think I’ve lost my appetite. The one for food, anyhow. But if you’re still down to party… He waggled his eyebrows in a way that would’ve definitely made his sister groan.