Loanne laughed when Tritta asked what they were gonna put in London, and then she tilted her head to look as if she were in deep thought. "Hmmm, that is a very good question. Lots of ice cream shops and pizza parlors, I suppose," the purple-haired child said and giggled.
Then her head shot up and she looked around, because she thought she'd heard someone shouting her name. And well, how likely was it that some random stranger shouted her name on this beach in the Netherlands? Right, not likely at all. So it had to be her mother, because it was a female voice. Loanne was able to spot a waving person in the distance, and as she concentrated on that figure coming nearer, it was quite obvious that that was indeed Georgina Parker. Well, it seemed like it was time to say goodbye. But this German 10-year-old didn't want to say goodbye to Tritta yet. So she decided to say goodbye to her parents instead, and reached out for the brunette girl's arm, already starting to move farther away from her mother.
"Come on, let's get away," she said to Tritta, pulling at the girl's arm, wanting to run away. Well, had it been just Georgina, the rebellious girl would've been successful, but her father was there, too. And Mister Jonah Parker was much more powerful when it came to handling his daughter. "Loanne Georgina Parker! If you run away, my revenge will be terrible!" the man shouted, and if it hadn't been for the horribly serious tone in his voice, Loanne would've been a hundred percent sure he was joking. Oh darn, no such luck.
With an eyeroll and a scoff, Loanne turned back to Tritta and let go of her arm, sighing annoyedly. Parents were such useless creatures. At least in moments like this one. "Oh man, I guess I better get back to them or Daddy's gonna let me hang down from the kitchen ceiling with my fingers touching the table tonight. Don't want that to happen," she said, biting her lip slightly, but also grinning some. Jonah wouldn't ever punish her, at least not badly, and the girl knew it. Still, he was pretty good with taming her when she was about to go crazy once again. "Hey, wait," the German girl then said and pulled a black marker out of the back-pocket of her surf shorts. Girl was way too addicted to doodling on random surfaces to not have a marker with her, even when she was on the beach and in a bikini. Loanne scribbled something down on Tritta's arm without asking permission (as usual). "This is my address, and my phone number. We keep in contact, okay?" It wasn't really a question. Loanne didn't want to lose Tritta as her friend. They seemed to get along rather wonderfully.
"Well, I suppose I will see you around," Loanne said, grinned once more and then ran back to her parents, jumping onto her father's back when she reached them. The purple-haired child gave another wave to the brunette, and then the family left.