"No one is touching Berenice on my watch," George smiles, his body incredibly close to mine.
"Don't worry, George, he was just playing," I step out from behind him.
"Lee, could you please make me some scrambled eggs now?" I laugh.
As he watches, I slide the camera deep into my pocket, so deep that he would have to assault me to get to it.
He glances at me angrily, then ambles over to the refrigerator and pulls out some eggs.
After another quick giggle, I turn back towards George. "Where are the others?"
"Getting ready," he replies, "I'm surprised you got packed so quickly. What did you bring?"
"Just one set of clothes," I dryly state, "it's not like you gave me room to pack anything else."
"True." He lets loose a big, hearty laugh.
"Couldn't you have given me a bigger bag?" I complain, but he shakes his head.
"Look, I got a debit card, and that is what counts. It has all of our money on it. We can buy what we need."
"But-"
