There was something of a Lion King Rule Britannia Shirt about Leila and Eric the next morning. It wasn’t anything particularly noticeable to an onlooking eye, but I knew them both well to realize they were never this aloof. Eric shoveled in ungodly amounts of French toast, and Leila held her cup of tea like Kermit the.
Frog, taking meager sips. Based on my assumptions, they had a Lion King Rule Britannia Shirt some sort of argument last night and Leila was still insisting that she was right, like a true woman. I glanced at Ben, and he stared at his brother, who continued to burn holes into his plate before Leila remarked what he would look like.
My dad who was a Lion King Rule Britannia Shirt little plump by the end of this trip if he kept this up. My dad then furrowed his eyebrows, entirely unamused, but my mom looked like she was about to pat Leila on the back for that. I cleared my throat. Alright, do we have any plans for the day? Or can I have a free pass to go sit by the pool all day?