Ever since he began his role as Wonka Candies' representative to the outside world, Charlie had been invited to the homes of various business partners all over the globe and each visit pretty much followed the same formula. First, Charlie would arrive and inspect whatever the business deal he was there to make was, he would then negotiate with the other partner over a price and after agreeing on a price, the host partner would host a dinner with their family and other guests in Charlie's honor. But even though he had been through this process many times, the visits to the Villareal's home were the ones that he genuinely enjoyed. He felt that the Villareals were real people he could connect to and not just soulless businesspeople out to make big bucks on a business deal. They truly opened up their home when Charlie came for business, not to mention for pleasure with them allowing the Good Boy to use their beach house over the weekend. Charlie now lived a life of privilege that he could only have dreamt of when he was a child, he now got to travel the world and eat some of the best food he had ever eaten. After all, if he did not like the food they cooked, then Charlie would not have taken the Villareal's last cook closer to home.
And while on the topic of food, Veruca had stuffed up quickly after eating and as fatigue began kicking in, she yawned and rubbed her eyes with her balled-up fist. But after seeing how exhausted his plus one and he, to be honest, was, the heir realized that it was time to call it a day, and stated, "Well, we seem to still be running on Greenwich time, so, if you'll excuse us, we would like to head over to the guest house to catch some much-needed sleep."
"Of course, come this way," Mr. Villareal replies as he pulled his car keys out of his pocket and got up to head out and show them the way to the guest house.
The heir began escorting his plus one outside, but not before saying goodbye to the other guest, he shook the hands of the banker who would transfer the money from his company to his seller, and asserted, "It was an honour, Mr. Miramontes."
"Indeed it was," the banker replied before turning his attention over to Charlie's plus one for her farewell.
"Goodnight, sir," Veruca declared, sticking her hand out to shake the banker's hand.
Mr. Miramontes took her hand and shook it, as one would expect, but what caught the little brute off guard was when the banker pulled her closer towards him. Now, he did not kiss her, or anything inappropriate, all he did was pass on some sort of secret message he had for the little brute, whispering into her ear, "Ave, Nuces Salis."
It was almost as if Mr. Miramontes were delivering a message that only someone like Veruca could understand, but, in reality, she had no idea what he was talking about, the banker might as well have been speaking gibberish as far as the little brute was concerned. She wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but Mr. Miramontes had already pulled back from The Bad Nut and went off to join Mrs. Villareal in the living room. As Veruca just stood there, trying to comprehend what had just happened, Charlie put his hand on her shoulder and guided her to the front yard where their transportation awaited them. While Mr. Villareal hopped onto his truck and drove off, Charlie and Veruca got back on the Great Glass Elevator and rode it towards their destination. Although, they flew at an incredibly low altitude to both not get too far ahead of the land vehicle guiding them and to spare Veruca another fright like what happened earlier that day.
But, as the two former Golden Ticket winners hovered over swaths of uncleared jungle en route to their destination, the little brute tugged on Charlie's shoulder, and blurted out, "Charlie, I need your translating skills."
"What is it Veruca?" The Good Boy asked in an incredibly polite tone, as he was always ready to help out his plus one at a moment's notice.
"That man, the banker, he whispered something into my ear. He said Ave, Nuces Salis, what does that mean?" Veruca asked, hoping the Good Boy could use his multilingual skills to decipher the unintelligible message that was conveyed to her.
Unfortunately, as far as the Good Boy was concerned, since Veruca did not have a mastery of any language other than English, that made it more difficult for Charlie to be able to translate the message since he had to go off the little brute's interpretation of what the message was. From the get-go, he could tell what Veruca was telling him did not match up with any phrase he knew of, but the heir still tried his best to give Veruca an answer, telling her, "Well, Ave means bird. Now, are you sure he said Salis?"
"I don't know!" She replied rather frustrated, most likely because she wasn't getting a straight answer instantly.
It was very difficult for Charlie to do this kind of translating work without being able to study the original source, nevertheless, he did come up with some proposals he believed could shed light on the cryptic message bestowed upon Veruca, claiming, "Perhaps he could have been saying 'Solis,' that's a surname. And maybe he actually said luces, that means lights."
"'Bird, Lights Solis?' That doesn't make any sense!" The little brute hollered back, because, since she believed if Charlie knew all these languages, yet he failed to be able to translate what Mr. Miramontes had told her, then it was almost as if the heir was toying with her by not providing her with a meaningful translation.
The Good Boy was about to bite his tongue, but an inkling in the back of his brain was not about to let the little brute get away with a lack of knowledge of romance languages' sentence structure, leading him to clarify, "It would be 'Bird, Solis Lights,' actually."
Even though he could not decipher the message his plus one had heard, the heir could not stop thinking about this problem in an attempt to solve it. Charlie still thought Veruca most likely misinterpreted the banker's message, but there was still the possibility that Mr. Miramontes spoke in a language that neither of the former Golden Ticket winners spoke. The only thing that could discount that theory was that there was no reason for him to do such a thing, unless he thought that Veruca spoke whatever language he was speaking in, but Charlie could not think of a reason why he did not just tell her whatever he did in English, the language they had all been communicating in earlier. And that was not even considering how weird it was for this person, who the two former Golden Ticket winners first met an hour ago, to pull her in close and whisper something into her ear, then again, Charlie was not exactly an expert on the details of personal interactions, so he had no real reason to cast judgement on that. However, while Charlie preoccupied himself with something that seemed like it would not affect either his or Veruca's lives, they were about to enter a world where they could literally forget all their problems. It was about a ten-minute drive, or flight for the two on board the Great Glass Elevator, until the guests reached their destination, a small house nestled in between the beach and a sprawling jungle that cut the building off from the rest of La Hacienda Villareal. Once the elevator descended and the doors opened to let the passengers out, Mr. Villareal handed Charlie the key to the guest house before saying goodbye and hopping back on his truck and driving back to his own home where he had another guest to entertain. Even though it was barely eight, Charlie and Veruca felt as if it was two in the morning due to the time difference and all either of them wanted to do at this point was crash on a bed and fall into a deep slumber.
Veruca was all ready to get to bed, she even stood impatiently at the door while Charlie conversed with the planter before he departed, but as preoccupied as she was with getting to sleep, she still remembered to call out to the Good Boy from a distance, and commanded, "Charlie, grab my luggage from the elevator and bring them inside."
As arduous as that would be, Charlie still complied, he still managed to grab his bag as well as Veruca's three suitcases and dragged them through the sand to the door where he unlocked and swung it wide open, and after putting the luggage down and taking that initial glance inside, he simply uttered, "Here we ar…oh, my."
Charlie had not stayed at the Villreal's guest house in years and since he had come alone the last time he had used it, he never had to think twice about its accommodations, and after realizing that the accommodations would not suffice for both of them, the heir let out a defeated and embarrassed grumble, "It seems I forget that the guest house only has one bed."
A sense of nervousness and even a bit of panic overcame the heir as he wondered how they were both going to sleep with only one bed, he could not believe he had forgotten such a significant detail, and now the two former Golden Ticket winners were put in a position where they might have to share a bed. But, not wanting a repeat of what happened the night after they reconnected, Veruca maneuvered her way into the house, under the guise of getting a better view of what lied inside, Charlie thought, only for her to spread her limbs to block the doorway, and lean into the heir to tell him, "Well, goodnight."
The brat proceeded to slam shut the door to the guest house and locked it from the inside, trapping Charlie out in the real world, he tried jiggling the doorknob open but to no avail, he would not be sleeping indoors tonight. It was not that surprising Veruca pulled such a stunt, she had never been the kind of person to give up her power to choose the course of action she would take to someone else unless she got something out of that trade, especially if it resulted in her having to gamble with whether she would end up in a better place than before. She would do whatever it took to get the most preferred position possible, and it did not matter to her one bit just how rude she would have to be to get her way. The heir thought about heading back to La Hacienda Villareal and sleeping in one of their many spare rooms, but he did not want to leave Veruca alone in this secluded part of the property, even if she did lock him out of the only place out here where he could sleep, or so he thought. Tied between two palm trees stood a hammock, it was not much, but it was a place to lie down on, and at this point, Charlie was so exhausted that he could have crashed on the sand below him. After reviewing his narrow options, Charlie hopped into the hammock and curled up on his side as he fell asleep, reminiscing on what had happened at the door. Even after all these years, Veruca was still acting like a spoiled princess, although she did say "goodnight" before slamming the door on his face, and knowing how conscious, or a lack thereof, she was of other's feelings, he decided to take it as another sign of progress. But, knowing that he was not surprised by this, the heir also knew that many people would not understand why he let her get away with such a rude act, instead Charlie forgave Veruca for what she did by rationalizing that there were worst places to have to sleep than a hammock on the beach. He chose to turn the other cheek and allowed himself to be lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves crashing on the shore only a few yards from where he lied.