Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

sweet. saucy. he wanted to ask if there was a spicy in there, like if saucy's parents had just been two real hardcore fans of tastebuds, but the coconut was shifting uncomfortably in his jaws. arcing his neck and lifting it, the boy lengthened his stride into a slow canter, intending to close the short gap between the sea-cliffs and the trio.
velen worked his mouth a bit, feeling where it had come close to growing sore from his selfless and silent carrying of the hairy thing. he lay it comfortably alongside an overturned stone and returned to finish escorting saucy and dalia to where it rested. for once, he did not speak — the chestnut-eyed boy was considering the girl with pale stripes and whether or not she had a home to which she might return after their antics. why not remain with them upon the shoreline?
so deeply had he fallen into his thoughts that his reverie had turned him out to the sea; presently he blinked and waved his burnt-gold plume. "so. you ready to crack this nut, sars "saucy" soleil?" hell yeah he had been listening.