Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

sometimes i post and forget entire paragraphs plz never feel bad

velen's eyes shot sharply to dalia; his mouth curved in a surprised, happy titter. "that's me. velen 'coconut mouth' mayfair-cairn. we couldn't pick one last name," he added, rolling his eyes with faux annoyance. approaching saucy, the boy shoved the nut some ways across the ground. "do you call him buzz killington for short?" velen quipped before he parted his jaws and lifted the thing. not effortlessly, however — in mild chagrin, he was forced to set it down and readjust his grip. "ah! there," he muttered around its rough surface with a glint to his chesnut eyes. "like it wath made for my lipth."
trouty-mouth! he hadn't even gotten to reply to that one. but offering to carry the nut meant that for the moment, velen was condemned to short lisping sentences, and he had already annoyed himself listening to that. quietly he trotted along the she-wolves, still snickering about the entire affair.