...Ben Tennyson groaned and twisted around in his chair so he could watch his cousin Gwen as she typed something into her laptop as she read it out of her spell book. “I can’t believe Grandpa left us here in the rustbucket while he went to get some parts,” Ben groaned as he looked around the RV. “Considering how advanced this thing is you’d think it wouldn’t break down as often as it does.”
“Shut up, doofus,” Gwen said without looking up from her spell book as she stumbled over the translation of the spell she was reading. “I need to concentrate on this and I can’t do that if you keep complaining every two minutes. You know as well as I do that all grandpa’s advanced technology was added to the rustbucket after he bought it. That means it breaks down just as often as any RV as old as this one.”
“I know,” Ben moaned as he twisted into a new position in his chair, “but why couldn’t he take me with him to get the parts? This is so boring just waiting for him to get back, at least you can study your spell book, what am I suppose to do?”
“Whatever you want,” Gwin told her ten year old cousin as she frowned at her spell book again, “as long as you keep quiet and leave me alone so I can concentrate on this new spell.”...