“Thirteen?” She quirked a brow. “True, I mean what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t blow up the others ego, right? We wouldn’t be good friends, I’ll tell you that. Did they not like me before? It’s because of the hair isn’t it. Kidding. But, alright! Whatever date is set, the tickets are yours! Tell them to wear their Disney’s best. Perks of having my Dad being a lawyer and having contacts with Disney, am I right? Tristan, you said that her smile is remarkable.” She mocked him, before burting out into laughter. “Are you sure you stopped yourself? Reaching high places is alwys a plus. Or do the ultimate — give her a manicure and pedicure.”
“It’s something like that right? Hans is like the youngest of thirteen something brothers? I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure that’s a thing. Yeah, if you didn’t boost my ego I don’t know if I would be able to tolerate you as much as I do. Yo, it’s not like that. My parents love you, just they’ll love you even more now. Thanks, again. Like seriously. I totally did stop myself. I could have went on for at least another five minutes. Ew, god. I fucking hate feet. Guess I could try to do a manicure though?”








