Zephyr
"Auwe, Auntie, y'know how it stay." Affecting as much of a contrite and charming air as you can, you lean in conspiratorially toward the old woman. "Us kamaʻāina gotta keep an eye on the malihini. Not let 'em get into trouble." You reach out gently to grab the spoon, wincing slightly as she calls Remi a haole. Hopefully the governor is still too knew to know what an insult that can be.
Eager to distract her and butter her up, you attempt to slip an arm around the woman's shoulder. "C'mon, Auntie. Let's talk story. Me'n Elias, y'know us. We only eva' want what's best fo' the 'aina, don't we, bruddah?" You're slathering it on, your accent strong, casting Elias a pointed glance in an attempt to get his help. "The new guv'na got an idea for ya. Movin' ya shop, an' gettin' paid for it. Whaddya thing, Auntie? We'll find a place nice an' close t'your home, an' bumbai all the movin'll be taken care'a."
kama'aina - local
malihini - foreigner
'aina - land
bumbai - later
Eager to distract her and butter her up, you attempt to slip an arm around the woman's shoulder. "C'mon, Auntie. Let's talk story. Me'n Elias, y'know us. We only eva' want what's best fo' the 'aina, don't we, bruddah?" You're slathering it on, your accent strong, casting Elias a pointed glance in an attempt to get his help. "The new guv'na got an idea for ya. Movin' ya shop, an' gettin' paid for it. Whaddya thing, Auntie? We'll find a place nice an' close t'your home, an' bumbai all the movin'll be taken care'a."
kama'aina - local
malihini - foreigner
'aina - land
bumbai - later
never trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive
