Lady Beatrice<br/><br/>“Zee plane…zee plane!!” Beatrice slurred in that ‘Fantasy Island’ way then fell into a fit of giggles as she looked over at Evie wearing a crooked smile.<br/><br/>(if you’re too young to know what the hell I’m talking about just hulu or you tube it)<br/><br/>Lucky the crew in the cockpit needed no help from the intrepid and possibly semi conscious passengers in the main cabin to land the plane.<br/><br/>The ships crew including the Stewart who took a little extra time dressing Madison in some type of fashionable shift and a sandal, gather round to assist passenger disembark the plane. Those unable to stand under their own power were easily carried out by the muscular throng servers. Even the walking wounded were given assistance to the waiting limo.<br/><br/>The Ogress Karla was handling the immigration people even as the limo full of French Guest sped away from the airport.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice patted Evie’s hand and gave Madison’s a reassuring squeeze. She had somehow managed to pull off an aloof presentation and only stumbled once before kicking off her high heels.  She looked at the other two girls as Lily slept in her lap.<br/><br/>The heels were somewhere on the floor board. She wiggled her toes as a thought came to her.<br/><br/>“We must spend a few days on the Rivera, you both look so pale.  The Mediterranean will do you a world of good!”