[PRP] To Grandmother's House We Go

[Blood_Goddess]

The coastal breeze in Charrygrove provided a refreshing reminder of the approaching spring, though was deceivingly more chilly compared to how brightly the sun was shining on the Johto region that day.
It would be easy to forget, for the three passengers currently being chauffeured in a black Bentley Arnage.

the man behind the wheel, a middle aged gentleman with a thin mustache and a drivers cap over his peppered hair. He had greeted the arrivals at the dock with a formal politeness, dressed in suite and bow tie and introduced himself as Sinclair. He had a kind face and a gentle smile, and with a good nature assisted the younger guests with placing their bags into the trunk.

Rosie herself didn't seem familiar with the man, but had been told to expect him at the docks.
"Mrs. Ewell wishes are that I hurry you back as quickly and safely as possible, lets not disappoint her." He had said while moving to the side of the car to get the door for the three.

The drive through Route 30 was easy, and pleasant with a light background of classical instrumental orchestras and chilled beverages within inconspicuous electric coolers built into the car's interior.
"We hope you enjoy your stay here." Sinclair said from the drivers seat "Lady Genevieve had been able to focus on little else but your visit for the weekend, is this your first time visiting Johto?"  

[Suudonym]

Cherrygrove itself was a pleasantly quaint location, small and comfortable and perfumed with natural scents, so the formality and ceremony attached to such a high-class vehicle and to the mannerisms of the man who operated it felt out of place. In a way it reminded him of home - or rather, the place that had once been home - but Luke did his best to disregard thoughts of that nature, favoring over them the idea of a visit to a place he had never been before and the opportunity for new experiences. Though he had enough experience with formality to know how to conduct himself, he still found himself appropriately nervous, apprehensive of the possibility of a misstep.

"Yes, sir," he answered curtly, searching his vocabulary for something more substantial to offer in reply. "I don't travel often, so it's nice to see a different region."  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Such accommodations were familiar and yet strangely foreign. It had been a couple years now since she'd really traveled like this, or was driven somewhere by a chauffeur, and it felt oddly strange after so long and living in her current situation. Still, she had already decided to fully enjoy the trip, and the chauffeur's question gave her pause to consider it. Once Luke finished his answer, she gave hers, "I have once or twice before, back when my family used to travel and go on cruises. That was a few years ago, though."