He shoots her a withering look at the comment, a distressed noise escaping his lips as he surveys the impending battlefield. He fans himself with a hand as if suddenly feeling a sweltering heat as he begins to pick at the food on his tray.“I don’t know. Do you think it has a slow setting?” The sound of peoples screaming causing her to look up at the ride as she shook her head. Groaning as she lighly hit her head on the table, briefly looking up at glare at him at his last words. “No! This was your idea!.” A frown forming on her face, “just make sure you hold my hair back if this food comes back up once we get off.”
The aborted movement to keep her from doing so was redirected towards his drink (which will go unnamed because really...
“Poorly thought out?” Raising an eyebrow as she looks at him, “what? Did you think about for a second?” At his next...