Ben had to chuckle a little at the talk of bruises as badges. “So, wait. Bruises from you are badges? I suppose that this means that each individual bruise you gave me has some kind of significant meaning or something? Like one of them is a badge of honor and one of them is a badge of cootie freedom?” He shook his head and took a glance toward the bed when Charlie pointed out his cleaning skills. “I’ll do it for free, as payback for using your brutish skills to defend me so much recently.” Something like that, he decided.
He eyed the sheets and chuckled a little bit. Disney princesses were the last things he expected from Charlie, but he supposed that, judging by the look of things, they were pretty old. “Prince Charming among the Disney princesses. Or something like that,” he mused aloud.
When the two Parkers shared their conflicting opinions on Cancun, Ben shrugged. “Well then how about instead of Cancun in the summer, just the beach in the summer. It is tradition, I suppose.” He wasn’t sure why he was so gung-ho about this particular tradition, especially seeing how far it strayed from ‘Ben Bailey’s standard procedure’, but he was. When Calvin looked at him as he did, he responded with a look that dripped of ‘I-already-have.’ But that didn’t stop him from taking a slow, careful sip when his friend handed it to him.