Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

a girlish giggle escaped dalia's mouth, her tail swishing at her hocks at the sheer thought of someone being named coconut mouth. if she wouldn't have been so distracted, she might've been reminded that she was stripped of her surname when she left drageda, but she was enjoying herself, and so such dark thoughts did not plague her. 

"are you all named adjectives?" dalia asked, a bit surprised to hear the name sweet come from her mouth. sweet and saucy, dalia could say confidently she would never name her own children such things-- but to each their own. 

and then, as velen lodged the coconut into his mouth, forcing a lisp upon himself, dalia smiled broadly, ducking her head to avoid him seeing just how amused she was, her nose pressing into her chest for a few moments until she could compose herself. but since velen was quiet, dalia hoped she could sneak in a word to saucy on her own. "are you from around here?" she asked the other female, a lightly-traced smile on her lips.