This was quite the treat for them, to be staying in a motel instead of the back of the Winnebago. Ben and Gwen sat at the table of the vehicle waiting for Grandpa Max to return. “A night without your snoring.” Gwen said with a dreamy smile on her face. “Bliss.” “Me snore? You’re the one that goes off like a chainsaw every night.” Ben snapped right back. Gwen glared and frowned at him. “As if doofus. Why do you think I like camping outside? It’s the only quiet I get.” “Why do you think I like you camping outside? It’s the only peace that I get.”
“That’s enough you two.” Max’s voice interrupted the two of them. He stepped into the Winnebago and tossed a room key onto the table. Gwen snatched it up before Ben could even blink. “You’re in room 7.” “Uh, grandpa, where’s my key?” Ben asked. He didn’t like the way that the events were playing out. Max looked at the two of them. “We have a tight budget, you two are sharing a room.” “GRANDPA!!!” Both kids yelled in unison with twin tones of shock and disapointment. “For goodness sake you two, you’ve been sleeping in the same room for weeks. Surely you can survive another night.” “Don’t bet on it.” Ben muttered under his breath. He had been looking forward to a comfortable hotel room all of his own. Now he had to share one with his geeky cousin. If he went Heatblast during the night and cooked his cousin then he wouldn’t be to blame.