Bonny turns towards Elinore as she adjusts Kaito’s armlet as it sits on her arm.“Elinore, we have to take this fight seriously. But we can’t go ...blasting fire all over the place, got it?” Elinore nods. “I know. I’ll keep control over myself and I won’t make a huge fireball. And you keep control over yourself to, got it?” Bonny blushes. “Fine. But it’s embarrassing for you to be worried about me.”“You both ready, because I have no idea what’ll happen when we open this door,” Liana says tapping on. As he stirs in some sugar into his cup, he asks "So where were you thinking of wanting to go? If not the library?" Well...if you want somewhere taboo like the work place, but I want somewhere private, I was thinking, maybe, we could go to...my...work."As I speak, I keep my eyes away from Sebastian's face. His spoon stops in his cup."The funeral home?" He rolls his shoulders, creeped out. "Isn't that a little...morbid?" Well...it's just that it's a place I'm comfortable. I have keys, we could go. Tabhi tere sath karegi woh.Abhi – Koi beta mom ke sath kaise karta hai ye sab?Geeta – Sab hota hai aajkal. Meri kai saheliyan bete se hi karti hain. Hubby to bahar hi rahte hain.Abhi – Ohh. Woh kaisi dikhti hai?Geeta – Bilkul teri mom jaisi hai. Bas usko. Maze karne wala chahiye.Abhi – Ye ajeeb nahi lagega?Geeta – Tum karo to. Bahut pyar karegi tujhe. Housewife ko tere jaise boys bahut pasand aate hain.Geeta ne meri pant par hath fera.Geeta – Jab woh teri god mein baithegi to tu mujhe yaad. I was the outsider, the new guy, they all knew each other well and swapped stories about fun times they had shared together. I kicked into shy mode again, listening but saying little. The day wore on, the meat was placed on the fire, more beers were opened and I began to loosen up. In true South African style at a braai (barbecue), the men hang around the fire watching the meat, sharing their limited culinary knowledge on how best to cook meat over coals, while the women did their thing.