Ben and Moira's Tampa Bay Mansion...

Ben: So were should we be off too? There is a small little island about twenty miles off the coast...that has a nice nest of crawfish...

Frank:"Sounds good to me. You know more about these parts then any of us, save for Moira."

Moira: Oh, 'e knows a lot more about all the different islands and shite than I do.

Frank:"You always did have a way with words Moira...heh..."

Moira shrugs.

Moira: I was always more of a foiter.

Ben: Didn't she? Cynthia....how would you like to drive?

Frank:"How do you get rid of that aggression now anyways?"

he looks over at Ben, a smile forms on his mouth as he turns to Moira

Frank:"Nevermind, I think I know."

Moira just smiles.

Cynthia: Alright. It's been a while though.

Ben: Very well....right this way...

...oh...and Frank? Heh, heh, heh....

Frank:"I guess the real question should be how long do your bed springs hold up...heh..."

Both Ben and Moira respond...

Both: TEMPUR PEDIC MATTRESSES!

Only a moment later, Frank is writing on a napkin

Frank:"Tempur pedic....got it."

he pockets the paper

Cynthia looks over and giggles, blushing.

Cynthia: Do you have some aggression you want to get rid of?

Frank:"Heh well...its...just good to have a bed that holds up...Right?"

Cynthia grins.

Cynthia: Right.

She looks over at Ben.

Cynthia: I'll need a basic rundown of the controls, and an idea of where we're going, if you please.

Frank glances over at Moira

Frank:"If there was any question why I'm marrying her..."

Franks phone goes off, he looks at it, a text from Ashley

Frank:"...Wow...speaking of which..."

Moira shrugs.

Moira: 'Ey... I never knocked it. Speaking of which wot?

Frank:"Its nothing...just a text from Ashley. I'll have to call him later. He finally popped the question."

Moira: Oh, did 'e?

Frank:"Apparently yeah...great another wedding to compete with..."

Moira: It's so 'ard to time these bloody things... there always seems to be another one poppin' up.

Frank:"Don't worry eventually there won't be anybody left..."

Moira: By that time there'll be a whole new generation plannin' weddings.

Frank:"Heh I really hope thats a long way off. I don't want to think of my kid or your kids baring children quite yet..."

Moira: Oh, I know... when the 'ell did they grow up enough to go out on their own anyway?