Dish It /./ [León Princesa]
@displacedprincess
It wasn’t every day that a princess came to the Bonfamille-Lyons’ humble abode.
Simba wasn’t that worried though, he was excited! It had been a long time since he’d seen Elena. (And, honestly, he felt pretty badly about that but a drunk driving accident was something he couldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. He’d sent flowers, his aunt’s roses, of course, and he’d sent his love with Berlioz when he went to visit Mateo but--no, he couldn’t do it.)
He was glad to see her outside the hospital, in a happy environment. Even if things weren’t totally happy. At least, not for Simba. While it wasn’t a near-fatal car accident, he was pissed that he was having to move his wedding. He was supposed to be married by now.
It wasn’t fair.
But, whatever--the doorbell rang and Simone howled.
Simba galloped to the door, throwing it open. “Jambo!” he greeted her sunnily as the dogs crowded around their feet. “C’mon in. I’ve got some rice going, as instructed, but otherwise, the kitchen is yours.”
