Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

dalia. velen watched her for a brief moment, before returning his attention to ... saucy, was it? what sort of name was that, and why did it fit her so oddly? or perhaps he was just being judgemental — at any rate, it ceased to matter when spicegirl invited them to go kick hairy nuts off a cliff somewhere. "well, i am definitely in," velen chuffed, plume beginning to stir at his heels with excitement. 
"if this doesn't work, sometimes when my brother spits on the ground, it just burns through like acid," the mayfair-cairn added, deadpan as he turned to squint toward a cluster of rocky outcroppings. inwardly, he shook with laughter, not at his own stupid joke, but at the vivid image of rannveig nonchalantly drooling his way into a black hole.