We all stay outside until the sun starts to go down, which happens sooner than I thought it would – but then again, Kent and I did wake up around 1:00, so I suppose I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am.
Janeen gets to her feet first, stretching. “Well,” she says, putting on an affected British accent that I know she uses when she’s feeling fancy, “shall we dress for dinner?”
“What’s on the menu tonight?” Daniel asks, smiling up at her but not getting to his feet yet.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Whatever the chef can whip up with hot dogs and wonder bread, I guess.”
Kent audibly sighs behind me, making me laugh.
“Not tickling your taste buds, Kent?” Janeen asks, turning to him with a wide, teasing grin.
“Who put Fay in charge of stocking the ship with food?” he murmurs, shaking his hea
