"Did you know that there are over a thousand bird species in Argentina? And they have flamingos! In the wild!” Ben says excitedly, flipping through one of a large stack of travel guides, entirely too wide-awake and chipper for such an early hour.
"You’re doing it again," Beatrice rolls her eyes tiredly; they’re sitting in the airport waiting on their flight, and Bea thinks she already knows so much about Argentina from weeks of Ben’s extensive pre-trip research that she might as well stay here, but she has to smile at his enthusiasm.
"Sorry, love, I just can’t wait! This is going to be an amazing adventure," he grins, and she plants a kiss on his cheek and rests her head on his shoulder as he chatters on about the flamingo species of South America, and she gets so lost in the sound of his voice amid her early-morning drowsiness that she almost doesn’t hear the boarding call.