Simon continued to glance at the manor in awe. This was a castle compared to his house. As soon as he walked in, he could feel that he was going to understand what Jay Gatsby must have lived in (but obviously more classy then that). Plus the people that he had met on his way to the manor had very strange yet sweet accents down here. They'd all been very accomadating once they heard his voice. 'You're Australian? No way. That's so cool. There were a couple points during the conversation where he would have to withdraw himself, otherwise, he would have never made it out of the aeroport. Seriously. It was definitely a culture shocking experience for him to come over to the States. He'd only ever been to the States once when he was very little; however, he didn't remember it too well.

Someone called out to him. Huh? He thought and turned around to find it was his good Lion friend there. Oh hey it was Zanderman! His friend looked good dressed up. Simon eyed the fedora and grinned at his friend. "Hey Zander! Looking dapper in the fedora mate! How's it going?" he asked, easily slipping back into a more comfortable state. Wait. He had to be a gentleman, right? Pretend he was in the 1920s?

What would have they said in the 1920s?

His eyes widened when he remembered. Oh right. He coughed.
"I mean. Wow. We're in the 1920s. I have to use their slangs," he explained. Uhh.. Now where..? Oh yeah! " It's good to see you, old sport! How are you?"

Much better.