“Hm? Oh-…” Simba hesitated. He was still getting used to things a king should say, not just anyone. Living with Timon and Pumbaa for so long was great, but it hadn’t done him any favors when it came to acting royal.
“Good afternoon,” he greeted the other with a polite smile. “May I help you? Or are you just, uh, here to chat…?”
Oh, man- that one felt awkward.







