Page 13 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
I picked it up like it was some ancient relic.“Well, here goes nothing.”
I took a bite.
And...huh.
“This is actually good.”
Meg stared.“You’re lying.”
I took another bite.“Nope.Kinda savory, kinda weird, but in a comforting ‘grandma made this’ sort of way.”
Wrecker shook his head and stabbed his hash browns.“You’ve officially been in Wisconsin too long.I’ve never seen that before.”
“I’m expanding my culinary horizons,” I said primly.
“Honey, that is not something we eat in Wisconsin.That is from all the way across the pond,” Meg laughed.
Raven slid into the seat across from Meg and clutched a coffee like it was the only thing keeping her alive.“What the hell are we doing today?Please say it’s not hiking or something that takes, well, much effort.”
Meg dabbed syrup off her chin.“We thought we’d walk the strip, hit some of the shops, maybe go to the candy store.”
Cyn leaned in from the other table.“I want to go to that store I saw all of the weird hats in the window when we drove by.”
“I want to go to the shop that had a sign they sell hot sauces with names that sound illegal,” Adley chimed in.
Greta, who was sitting between Bear and Wendy, lifted her head.“I want to do the Wild West photos.”
Bear groaned.“I am not dressing up like a saloon guy.”
“I wasn’t going to make you a saloon guy,” Greta said innocently.
“What then?”Bear grunted.
She smiled sweetly.“Assless chaps.”
Bear choked on his coffee.
Wendy snorted.“Please let this happen.”
“Why?”Bear coughed.Rigid slapped him on the back with a huge grin on his face.
“Because we all need memories, and that one would live in infamy,” Raven said, absolutely deadpan.
“I’ll do it,” Hero offered from the next table.“I got the ass for it.”
Reva leaned over.“I can confirm that.”
Wrecker tossed his napkin on the table.“I am too sober for this conversation.”
“More coffee then,” I offered and nudged my mug his way.
Meg leaned back in her chair and stretched.“Okay, finish up and let’s head out before it gets too hot for Hero and Bear to get in the assless chaps.”
“I don’t think any of us want to see that,” Rigid muttered.
Greta hooted and slapped the table.“Well, we are going to find out, baby.”She was far too excited for this.
We finished our breakfast with a lot more laughter, a couple of strange looks from other guests, and Greta trying to Google if there were any stores in town that actually sold assless chaps.
