#simberlee

@ber-bonfamille-lyons​, @inperfection-ashlee​, @abigail-w-gabble​

“Hey, Gail! Come on in!” Simba preened, opening the door wide as Ber’s skittish cousin stood on the doorstep. He’d only really met her at the wedding...or, well, the day or two before the wedding, since they never actually showed up to their wedding. He’d kinda met her at Marie’s wedding too, but it had been extremely brief. He was excited that she and her sister had moved to town, though! More family the merrier, in his opinion.

He was just laying it on thick because y’know he had just been exposed as an alcoholic to the whole town, haha! They had this scheduled for a few weeks and he didn’t want to cancel it. Maybe it was what he needed to cheer himself up anyway. He and Ber had spent a few nights buying stupid props on Amazon. 

“Where do you want us? Oh, wait--this is Ashlee,” Simba gestured to Ashlee as he held Simone back with one hand. 

Abigail, who was putting her dog--Duckie? Goose?--on the ground, unhooking his harness. She looked up and smiled a little. “Hello. Nice to meet you.”

“And, ‘course, you know, Ber.” 

Gail smiled a touch wider. “Yes, of course. Hullo, Berlioz. How are you?”