Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

oh, it was a girl. velen's eyes traced the curvatures he had not seen the first time. before he could make another ill-mannered quip, another wolfess had arrived: the dapple-faced girl who had watched him attempt fratricide. as if — if he was going to kill anyone, it would be ford. but luckily for the other seabrothers, velen had no designs on anything murderous. or anything that required a great deal of effort. 
in order to claim this land, the mayfair-cairns would need to close ranks. for that reason, the burnt-gold boy supposed, he would keep them around. truth be told, he loved rann and ford very much, but wasn't about to say that. ever. "no," he interjected, even though the girl was clearly familiar. "never seen her before. probably a ghost." 
tipping them both a wink he meant to convey i'm kidding, his gaze flitted to the coconut-bashing stranger. "she's right, though. take that up high and drop it." a grin. "i'm velen." ghost or not, his terrible rudeness or not, the boy wasn't about to pass on a pair of pretty eyes.