We Lost It

Chapter 13

Estara and Zana had disappeared the moment we walked through the gates. Something about riding Mission: Space until they die. It was probably Zana's idea. Aggressive rides are her shit. Grandmother hobbled straight into World Showcase. Robin and I watched her head straight to where the Mexico pavilion sat.

"Her and those damn margaritas." I shook my head.

"Are we going to have to carry her out of here?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at how fast the woman disappeared.

"You know, I'm sure they'll do it for us. We have a couple hours before dinner, what do you want to go do?" I responded.

He shrugged and looked around before looking back at me, "What's your favorite?"

"What makes you say I have a favorite?" I snorted.

"Please, you can quote the monorail announcement off the top of your head, you've got a favorite." He rolled his eyes.

"Figment," I admitted.

"Figment?"

"It's the ride in the building topped by glass pyramids." I explained, already dragging him in the right direction.

He chuckled and walked besides me, nodding at the picture of Robin William's character in Flubber that decorated the queue. I refused to look at it because I knew I'd cry. The queue was decently empty for the time we got there and we only had to wait two loading sessions until we sat in the front car, second row.

I was smiling like an idiot as I kept looking between the ride and Robin. He looked rather perplexed but he seemed to be enjoying himself at least. The scent room grossed him out, but I was laughing like a fool.

The best look he gave was at the butterfly. If you've been on the ride, you know. I bounced and sang childishly to the music, skipping into the Imageworks with Robin following close behind. He was overly amused by the sensor where you stick your hand in and Figment plays an instrument. It waisted at least ten minutes.

After Journey into Imagination With Figment, we went into Club Cool. I'm one of the seemingly rare people who actually like the Beverly, which miffs my sisters. Grandmother just says it's like bad alcohol and shoots her cup of it. Robin on the other hand coughed and threw the cup away quickly, refusing to ever do it again.

Robin and I opted to not ride any other ride since we were coming back and we began wandering World Showcase. We had to meet up in Japan for dinner anyway. We started in Mexico. I talked Robin into taking a picture with Donald with me. Robin wasn't much on taking pictures, but I was going to make him take all the pictures on this trip. ALL the pictures.

He bought three tiny sugar skulls from Mexico, giving one to me. The other two were for Gerda and my mother as a thank you gift. We didn't stay long in Mexico, the light level was messing with Robin's eyes and I didn't want it to give him a headache. We moved on to Norway, taking our time looking around the pavilion.

We went into the small bakery and looked around. Robin seemed far more comfortable looking at foods he was familiar with. I got a mini cupcake decorated to look like Olaf from Frozen. When I say mini cupcake, I mean it. The thing was the size of my thumbnail.

We got to the checkout and Robin spoke to the woman smoothly, "Kan jeg få en vanlig svart kaffe, takk? [1]"

"Ja, sukker? [2]" The woman responded with a surprised smile

"Nei, takk. [3]" He shook his head accepting the steaming cup from her.

He paid and we made our way outside, sitting at a small table in the shade. I swallowed the small cupcake after a mere two chews, making Robin roll his eyes. Robin sipped his coffee, his eyes darting around quietly.

"Is it easier for you to talk in Norwegian?" I asked him.

"Yes," he nodded, "I don't mess up my wording as much."

"I mess up in both my languages okay," I laughed, "but it's easier for me to speak English. Maybe it's because I only ever speak Romanian with Grandma Olga and Grandpa Teodor,"

"Do they not speak English?" He responded, looking curious.

"No, not very well. They didn't move with us and they just really didn't feel like it."

My phone aggressively buzzed in my pocket, making me check the notification. Grandmother had texted me, letting me know that she was already in the Japan pavilion.

The actual text read: If you and Robin aren't making me a baby in a public bathroom, I expect you here in five minutes.

Robin and I nodded and got up, scurrying past the pavilions until we got to Japan, meeting in the middle with Estara and Zana who had gone the other way. We all grouped together and went to go find grandmother, who was sitting at our reserved table. She looked us dead in the face and took a shot of sake.

"Grandmother how much have you drank already?" Estara asked as she sat down next to her.

Robin sat between me and Zana, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Probably more than any of us could handle," I responded.

"Oh if you must know!" Grandmother laughed, "I've had three margaritas, a glass of red wine, a glass of white wine, and seven shots of sake."

"Jesus," Robin put his head down in mild concern.

"Oh she's fine," I patted his shoulder.

"Any of you want some?" Grandmother asked as she ordered another shot.

"I'll do it!" Zana piped up.

"No!" Grandmother and I both scolded.

"I'll do one," I sighed, earning a proud smile from my grandmother.

"Oh she's growing up!" Grandmother grasped at her chest, "My little alcoholic in the making!"

"Not likely grandmother," I laughed.

***

When we returned to our resort, Grandmother, Zana, and Estara decided to go to the pool. Grandmother even took a bottle of her finest rum. I wonder how long until someone takes it from her. Robin and I just decided to go back to our rooms. We didn't plan on swimming much.

We sprawled out onto our own beds, both showered and changed into our pajama pants and shirts. The pillows were so incredibly soft and the comforters were so welcoming. We flipped through the channels, finally deciding to land on Supernatural. Robin got up to switch off the lights.

He laid back down on his bed, his eyes trained on the television. I hopped out of my bed and crawled into bed next to him, laying my head on his shoulder, which he welcomed. I didn't understand this mate shit. Wanting to be close to each other, loving on each other, ect. ect. but I didn't seem to find myself minding it, and neither did he. No, we didn't mind it at all.

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Translations

[1] Kan jeg få en vanlig svart kaffe, takk? - Can I have a normal black coffee please?

[2] Ja, sukker? - Yes, sugar?

[3] Nei, takk. - No, thanks.