Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

-stares at the 1500 typos i made in my last post-

velen's gaze was on her, dalia could feel it even as she focused on saucy. and then suddenly the pair were going to drop coconuts off cliffs. "me too," dalia parroted, standing straighter as saucy stood up and shook herself off. a but of sand flew in her direction, and dalia winced slightly at the flying specs, but it was harmless. 

"oh yeah?" dalia questioned to velen's joke, finding the image amusing but the remark rather rude, as rannveig was not here to defend himself. her brow quirked, lips turned up in a small smirk-- something dalia didn't wear often, and it fit her rather strangely. her face was meant for much softer expressions.   "or perhaps we could ask crabs to pinch them open for us." her own crack at a joke, but it was not nearly as creative as velen's. 

she was trying. the real world was not nearly as formal as drageda was.