"Why, hello." He said, with a thick English accent, and on that, he tossed the items into a nearby open truck. "I'm Doug Connory."
"Walker Hanson. This is my wife Diana, and our kids, Isaac, Taylor, Zac, Avie, Mackie, Jess, the one asleep is Zoe, and this is our friend Rachel."
"Well, these are my kids, Nate and Carla. There's some food in the next room, if you want to go in there and talk for a while."
Walker agreed on their behalf and they headed in. A few moments later everyone was talking almost like they were old friends.
"So, how long have you been doing this for?" Isaac asked.
"Oh, forever." Nate replied with a grin. "I was about twelve at the time I think, so almost ten years now."
And naturally Rachel and Carla got talking. There was a door that led out onto the roof (on the same level), and the two girls wandered out and continued yakking.
"So, how'd you end up touring with the Hansons?" Carla asked.
"Baby sitter."
"Oh." Carla nodded knowingly. "Have fun?"
Rachel laughed.
"Oh, it has its moments."
'You have no idea.' Rachel thought to herself. 'You try looking after one kid who can set things on fire just by thinking about it, and another who teleports himself into and out of mischief.'
At one point, Rachel left with directions to the bathroom. Carla stayed out there, not really being the social type.
"What's a beautiful girl like you standing out here all alone?" a voice asked, shattering the silence.
Carla jumped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I scare you?" Isaac asked.
"Umm, yeah, a little."
"Sorry."
"It's ok."
"So, ahh, what are you doing out here, all by your lonesome?"
Carla couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, just thinking."
"About what?"
"Nothing in particular."