Simon nodded. Yes, yes. It was important to be in the know, now wasn't it old sport? "Don't worry about not knowing vocabulary. It's all jake. I've got something to help us out," he said as he reached into his jacket pocket. And he pulled out a handy dandy notebook. Holding it up in the air, he grinned. "This notebook is a life saver. If you need any vocabulary, just ask. It's pretty weird but I've written down a bunch of sayings but we probably won't need it," said Simon as he wiggled his eyebrows maniacally just cause he could. Ehehehe. "Grand to see you too," he nodded.

His blue eyes widened when Zander used the word spiffy. Ooh, good 1920's word. He grinned. "See you don't need my help, old sport. You already know your onions," he said, trying to fit into that era. He blinked. Know your onions? Wow. He didn't understand how someone could have come up with that. He knew that meant that Zander knew his stuff but how on earth did it translate to that?

Merlin.

Anyway. "I'm doing quite well thank you. I'm glad to see you hear. We can stick together," he said with a nod. Yep, Zander was the only one that he knew other than the birthday girl herself and her boyfriend. So he'd meet new people which would be cool.


Before Simon could say another word, an elderly lady came to the door and asked them to come in. She must have been Emmy's grandmother? he assumed. He grinned at her. He loved her accent. It was so warm and nice. "Why thank you, ma'am," he said, trying to sound as American as possible to get into character. The accident didn't work at all. He just sounded Australian still. "Oh and these flowers are for you and the family. My mum insisted on bringing some over," he explained with a kind smile. Hostess gifts were very important. "I'm Simon. Simon Holden," he said with a wide grin.