𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 ¥ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊

𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐌. He hissed drawing his feet back and sitting up in his seat. "Don't be a bloody twat! Put those dogs away! They stink."

"They do not!" He hissed at her in offence.

"They do!"

"They don't!"

She kicked him again.

"Small Child, no fighting," Lorianne muttered from the other side of the isle where she and Hal were seated playing a game of chess.

"Tell him to stop being disgusting and I'll consider it."

"Blaise, sweetheart you're a Ballet dancer your feet are terrible to look at put them away," Lorianne said cursing when Hal beat her for the third time in thirty minutes.

Blaise grumbled slipping on his socks just as their Nona came back from the bathroom. She shot them both a scolding look that had them sinking silently in their seats. She hated flying.

"Another round?" Hal—he had insisted Zawadi called him Hal—asked Lorianne who shook her head.

"No, you've bruised my ego enough."

Zawadi perked up, "Oh! Can I play!"

Hal leaned forward and smiled, "You know how?"

Zawadi nodded and looked at Lorianne expectantly. The woman stood and they switched seats.  Zawadi sat cross legged in the seat as her Nona settle in across from them. The chess board was was balanced on the divider between the two adjacent seats . The two of ths quickly went about resetting the game.

"You excited?"

Zawadi nodded, though she had been there several times already (at least in her CR), she never got over the shock of New York. Like it's dirty, cramped and unbelievably loud but there was a culture there that intrigued her.  "How about you, are you excited to go back home?"

"Surprisingly, no one can get over the feeling of New York," he smiled, "Who's going first?"

"Elders, first."

"I'll have you know I'm young at heart," he quipped playfully as they turned the chess board so he had the white pieces. He opened with moving his white pawn up one square.  "Just you wait till we land, I'll show you all the best pizza spots and the best bakeries, everyone needs a good fresh loaf in the mornings, then I'll take you guys down to Broadway show you all the theatres, well only two of the Broadway theatres are on Broadway ," he spoke lightly as Zawadi moved her e-pawn up two squares as she listened to him speak about his home, "but that's a technicality."

"What theatre will we be in?"

"The Winter Garden Theatre, it's one of the ones on Broadway."

"Where West Side story was!"