Rachael Harrie's Third Campaigner Challenge

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The Honeymoon

"It was nice of your dad to give us this honeymoon in Fiji, but being dropped off this morning on a deserted Island is not exactly what I had in mind," Jill said.

"Hey this wasn't my idea either, but it's certainly better than the plan your synbatec mother had in mind with a Cruise for three!   At least it's beautiful and the sounds of these tropical birds are better than her mouth!" Tom said with a chuckle.

"Okay, so my mom was a little ridiculous with her plan to join us on a Cruise, but at least we could have eaten an array of wonderful food on the buffet that they offered."

"No thanks, I'd rather starve on this Island than be with her tacise attitude."

"Tacise!  What does that even mean?"

"You know her tactics and her precise manner of speech that drive me crazy."

"Okay, so that's like your dad's wastopaneer attitude," she giggled.

"What the heck is that?"

"You know how he runs his words together.  That last time he took us sightseeing, we didn't know he meant we're stopping here!" she laughed out loud.

"Okay, I guess he has his quirks too, but how can you think this Island is boring with the sound of the surf and the smells, I mean, what the heck is that smell?"  Tom looked behind his chair.

Jill also looked behind, "Oh Tom, your tropical bird just made a pile of poop right here!"  She plugged her nose and got up moving her chair.

"Alright, it's not exactly paradise, but we're alone and we do have deli sandwiches and bottled water the hotel packed for us," he said as he took Jill in his arms and gave that crooked smile she loved.

"You're right, at least we are alone."