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as she leaned forward, holding the map in front of both of them, casey couldn’t stop himself from turning his face, just slightly. ignoring the map for a sliver of a moment, his eyes took in her soft features up close and personal— long lashes, flushed cheeks. a subtle smile took its place on his lips as he quickly glanced back to the map. “ yes, rosie, because that’s what i came here to do. buy tea and then head back to the villa to sip on that all night long like a proper caricature of a brit, ” he rolled his eyes, still grinning from ear to ear as they stood, looking at the map and the buildings around them. after setting her down, he smoothed out his shirt and ran a hand through his hair. “ true adults, huh ? ” his gaze flickered up to her sparkling headband, “ i say we roll with that. though i don’t see what’s wrong with a perfectly normal irish car bomb. ” he nodded, looking up at nearby bar before huffing out a breath, “ we’ll start here. doesn’t feel much like home, but i can pretend after a while. save france for later. ” he gestured towards the bar, “ lead the way. ”
“not what you came here to do? don’t act like you had plans for when you came to disney.” rosie words were stern, though the smile on her lips hinted at them being a joke. “if i remember correctly, you were all complaints before. maybe i scheduled some tea time into our busy day.” her hands moved to adjust the small backpack that was resting over her shoulders. of course she was prepared and had packed enough supplies for the day — for the both of them, of course. “first of all—” she began, moving to stand in front of him, eyes narrowing at him only slightly. “this—...” her hand motioned to her entire outfit before stopping to point at the ears. “is all just a ploy. i have to blend in with the kids an all that. the ears don’t take away from my maturity, thank you very much.” the corners of her lips then tugged up into a smile and her thumbs were sliding under the bands of the backpack. “second of all, normal car bombs are disgusting. nottinghams are made with cider and both look and taste less disgusting. france and japan for later. can’t miss out on the sake OR margaritas in mexico.” with that, she reached for his hand before pulling him toward the bar. “if you really wanna feel like you’re at home, we can get some fish and chips, too.” the last part of the sentence was said with a terrible accent tacked on to it and she turning toward him with a smile on her lips. as the entered the bar, she maneuvered them through the crowds of people before finding an empty spot near the bar. “you still set on the car bomb or are we trying something new?”











