Father: *in plane* Who would have known an old pirate could get airsick...
Moppet: What!!!
Father: *finds a paper bag*
(OOC: Hi! Sorry about the sudden dissapearence...as is typical as soon as I started this go-to-england plot MC died on me again...figures....Ok, I am here, hopefully for a while!)
Moppet: I am not you.
Father: Can you stay to the minimum please, right now the-boy-next-door-is-split-personality-enough-without-you-Mop-Pet!
Moppet: *is silent*
Father: Ahh, Mr Cole, I am very glad that you are joinign me in england, the land flowing with tea and honey, but, er not honey in the tea, that is more of an amiercan thing, more tea with milk and...sometimes with sugar...