"I knew that dress would be adorable on you."
"Well, looks like we have a beautiful little girl."
"Holy crap, Keira! Look at you!"
That last reaction earned Jake a scolding for bad language at the breakfast table.
"Okay, here's the plan for the day," Chuck began while Keira sat down. "The painters will be here in half an hour to paint your new rooms. So, as much as you hate it, you will have to spend the day in the offices. The furniture gets delivered at 3pm, so again you'll need to be out of site. At 5:00pm, a few members of Joan's parade committee will be here to help Joan hang the curtains and blinds in the rooms and make a few decorative touches. Then after we feed them dinner, they go home. That's when we sneak you out and head down to Anaheim."
"Do we get to pick our room colors?" Keira asked.
"No, dear. I'm sorry." Joan gave Keira pat on the shoulder, "But yours is going to be a beautiful sky blue and the ladies are going to help me hand paint some white fluffy clouds on the walls. It will be gorgeous, trust me. I've been planning this for... a very long time."
"That's okay, I was going to ask for blue anyway."
"What about my room?" Jake jumped in."
"It will be a medium green, and your furniture will be a cherry wood. It's going to be very handsome and modern."
"Do I get white furniture?" Keira turned the topic back to her room.
"White antique, actually, that Papa Chuck picked out. It's a beautiful set and in great shape considering it's from the 1930's."
"That's awesome! Thanks, Papa Chuck!"
"Don't thank me yet, you need to take very good care of it. I know you're a responsible girl, right?"
"Yes, sir!" Keira playfully saluted over her cereal.
"How do you feel?" Jake asked Keira.
"Ummm.. Kinda awesome. You?"
"Yeah, about the same. I like peeing standing up. Weird, but easier."
"I can live without."
"Okay, stop discussing urination at the breakfast table, you two," Joan admonished as she sat down with her cereal.
"So, do we get our own room at the hotel?" Jake changed topics.
"No, we're in one bed and you two are in the other. You've been sharing a room for the last week, you can share a double bed for two nights. When you hit puberty, we'll get you your own rooms."
"Oh, puberty. I hadn't thought about that in a week or so. I kinda like being a kid so far," Keira confessed.
"Well, like anyone else, you don't know when it's going to start. You're both at the age where it could start at any time." Joan looked slightly embarassed at the topic.
"I figure Roger would have had that all planned out when they, um, created our looks. Hey, do you know what we're going to look like when we're older?" Keira gave Joan a playful, inquisitive eyebrow over her cereal.
"No, but seeing how you two look now I'm sure you'll both be stunning."
"Jake looks like a tanner version of JFK Jr, with a little bit of that Jacob kid from that... vampire movie thrown in... the werewolf kid... whatever those movies are called.." Lund had paid the movies almost no mind, so Keira couldn't remember them.
"Twilight? If you're going to pass as a ten year old girl, you need to know that," Jake smiled at her. "And who's JFK Jr? Was he the son of the President?"
Joan, Keira and Chuck all dropped their utensils at the same time. "You don't know who JFK Junior was?" Joan looked stunned.
"I, well, I think he died or something when I was like... 8 or 9. I really didn't know who he was then."
"Oh, well, yes, I guess you really wouldn't remember the Kennedys, would you?" Joan, Chuck and even Keira felt old at that moment.
"I mean, I heard about 'em. A lot of scandals and people getting assassinated in that family."
Chuck rolled his eyes a bit, "My boy, you need a history lesson or two. And you, young lady, need to brush up on pop culture."
"Yes, Papa Chuck," both kids said playfully in unison.
"All right, I'll bring lunch up to you two later. The painters will be here soon, so get movin'. Papa Chuck will bring some suitcases for you. Pack shorts, tees, socks, underwear and sneakers. Don't forget your toothbrushes and hairbrushes. I'll pack the toothpaste, soap and shampoo. And I'll pack sunscreen. Keira, you definitely need sunscreen."
"Can I wear skirts instead of shorts?"
"Well, sure. Just nothing too fancy, or white. Those rides are dirty I'm sure. Oh, and don't forget pajamas."
Keira looked him for a moment, "Why do you hate being alone so much?"
"Pretty much. He sucked. But he was better than nothing and better than going home."
"Jake, you need to learn to like yourself," she put her arm him. "I grew up as an only child, so I'm used to being alone. I'm here for you, but as we get older we're both going to want some privacy."
"Wait until we hit Disney. Then this will all be worth it. I'm going to enjoy screaming like a girl on Space Mountain."