A/N: Hiya, folks! Are we having fun yet?? I am!

"How come you didn't speak Hawaiian when you were around us?" Yvonne asked, sipping a bit of the white wine that Tasha had found and grimacing. Tasha had told them that her father thought it was okay for her to have wine since he was from France, and Zenon and Yvonne decided: hey, why insult a Frenchman?

Well, actually, Zenon was a little hesitant, so only Yvonne was partaking of the wine. "Bitter, isn't it?" Tasha laughed at Yvonne's expression. "I thought this stuff was supposed to be good!" Yvonne coughed. "It gets better as you develop a palate," Tasha explained. "Well, to answer your question, it's because you guys wouldn't have known what I was saying." She flicked her hair back as she gulped down some of the wine. Yvonne looked at her incredulously.

"How can you swallow so much of that at the same time?" she asked. Tasha licked her lips, and set her glass down. "Because, I'm used to it," she explained patiently. "Well, won't you get drunk?" Zenon asked uneasily.

"Nope," Tasha said cheerfully. "As I said before, I'm used to it. I get drunk around three or four glasses. Now, with champagne-that's a different story. Especially with pink champagne. I don't know why, but it always gets me out like a light, even though it is delicious."

"Can we change the subject?" Yvonne asked, looking slightly sick. "Why, did it wet itself?" Tasha joked, laughing a bit. "I...I think-"Yvonne ran for the bathroom and the two girls could hear faint sounds of retching. Tasha shrugged. "I guess some can hold it, some can't," she said.

Moments later, Yvonne entered the room, eyeing the bottle suspiciously. "I will NEVER have an alcoholic beverage again," she said. Tasha laughed.

"So, we're going to Maui?" Zenon asked. "Yep," Tasha said. "Now, listen, there are a lot of islanders there who use their own language more than regular English. Just let me handle them. You'll get the gist of it soon enough."

The jet landed about an hour later, and the three walked off, and Tasha gave James strict instructions to abandon the Redbird (much to her sorrow), and wipe it clean of fingerprints and any evidence they were in it, and for him to return to the home-base.

And so, Tasha, Zenon, and Yvonne were alone in Maui. The twins weren't feeling much at ease, particularly as many of the natives were ignoring at them. "I suppose I should feel more comfortable since they're ignoring us," Yvonne whispered to Zenon. "But I don't." Zenon nodded her agreement.

Zenon bumped into a woman, who glared at her angrily and muttered, "Haole malahini!" "I'm sorry," Zenon apologized, but the woman merely grunted and walked on.

"How-lee mal-ih-hee-ni?" Zenon said slowly. "What does that mean?" Tasha squirmed uncomfortably. "Uh...it means Caucasian tourist, or stranger," she translated. "Oh, well that's not so bad," Yvonne said. "Well...it's not a compliment," Tasha said.

"So, what should we do?" Zenon asked. "This is your home, not ours." "Right," Tasha said, taking charge. "I've only visited Maui, never lived here. I lived on Oahu. But I'm pretty sure I can find us some hotel rooms or maybe we could stay at a lodge. Wait here."

And she darted into the crowd, leaving Zenon and Yvonne standing before a small shop. "Well," Zenon said. "Let's sit down at this table," Yvonne suggested, so they awkwardly sat on two wobbly wooden chairs.

They sat their in silence for a while until a teenage boy came up to them, grinning. "Aloha, nohea kaikamahine," he smiled at Zenon. "You wanna go on ho'opa'a manawa no ka launa pu? I'm the kane of your dreams," he said. "What?" Zenon asked faintly, having understood nothing he had just said. He leaned in closer, and brushed her hair with his hand, making his intentions perfectly clear.

Zenon started to make a retort when suddenly Tasha appeared, her eyes sparking fire, and she spouted off at the boy, "Aole! Lolo hupo! She has no pili laula! You're interested in a haole? Ha!" Tasha leaned in close to the boy and he leaned back. "You hit on my sisters again and I'll whip your okole!"

The boy suddenly had a flash of recognition in his eyes and he smirked, "Oh, it's you again, Ahi Hulu! Welcome back."

Tasha bared her teeth and they stared at each other for a moment until he finally stalked off. "Was he hitting on me?" Zenon asked. Tasha nodded. "I could have handled it myself, you know," Zenon said. "I know," Tasha rolled her eyes. "I mean, why would you need my help when you could understand every word he was saying?"

"What did he say?" Yvonne asked. "He said, hello lovely girl. You wanna go on a date? I'm the man of your dreams," Tasha said. "What did you say?" Yvonne asked, seeming very interested. "I said, 'No! Stupid idiot! She has no interest in you. You're interested in a Caucasian? You hit on my sisters again and I'll whip your butt!'" Yvonne and Zenon started laughing. "What did he mean, 'Ahi Hulu?'" Zenon wondered.

Tasha blushed. "Um, just a childhood nickname. We were fierce enemies. I hated him because he thought he was all that, and he hated me because I dared to stand up to him." "Tasha." Tasha looked up guiltily. "What does Ahi Hulu mean?" Yvonne asked. Tasha sighed, and gave up. "It means Fire Hair," she mumbled.

Yvonne and Zenon eyed Tasha's fiery hair and laughed themselves silly. "Okay, well, now that you're done LAUGHING," Tasha said loudly a few moments later, "I couldn't find us a hokele-""Ho-kay-lay?" Zenon interrupted. "Hotel," Tasha said. "Sorry. Whenever I'm in the islands I start speaking the language. I couldn't find us a hotel, but I did manage to find us a beach house. Daddy will pay for it."

"Great!" Yvonne exulted. "Fantastic major!" Zenon agreed. "Well, I'm going to have to find us a holo-I mean, ride-because the house is about four miles away. Just go to the restroom if you have to while I find us a ride," Tasha said, zipping off into the streets again.

Zenon and Yvonne made their way through the store and stood in front of two doors: one labeled 'Kane', the other 'Wahine'. They eyed each other with dismay. "Which one is which?" Zenon asked.

"Let's try Wahine," Yvonne suggested. Zenon slowly peeked in, and let out a sigh of relief. "Good choice," she said, and Yvonne laughed.

A few moments later, they exited the store and saw Tasha waving them over. They hurried over, and hopped into a sports convertible. "Lalani Bay," Tasha directed the driver, and they started off.

"Okay, a short lesson in Hawaiian: kah-nay: kane, is man. Wah-hee-nay: wahine, is woman," Tasha began. Here's a basic rundown of their Hawaiian cram course:

Aloha: Ah-low-ha: hello, good-bye, or love

Aole: a-oh-lay: no

Nani: nah-nee: beautiful

Nohea: no-hay-ah: lovely

Kaikamahine: kay-kah-mah-hee-nay: girl

Lolo: low-low: stupid

Hupo: hoo-poh: idiot

Hokele: ho-kay-lay: hotel

Haole: how-lee: Caucasian

Ho'opa'a manawa no ka launa pu: hoo-pa man-ah-wah no kah lah-na poo: date

Pili Laula: pee-lee lah-lah: interest

Lawelawe lima: law-law lee-ma: help

Maka hiamoe: mah-kah hi-ah-mo: sleep

Mahalo nui loa: mah-hah-low new-ee low-ah: thank you very much

Keiki: kay-key: child

Ono: oh-no: delicious

"Now, you got all that?" Tasha asked the twins. They nodded, and Tasha turned to the driver, who was going very slowly at twenty miles per hour. "Hey!" she shouted. "Wikiwiki!" "No need to get swell head," he muttered, and sped up.

Tasha saw them looking inquiringly towards her, and she said, "Oh. Right. Wee-key-wee-key means hurry. Swell head means angry." They nodded.

They finally reached the beach house, which was literally on the beach. They all hopped out and Tasha gave the driver a crumpled five dollar bill. "Mahalo," she said. "My makua will pay the rest, garans." He eyed her skeptically, but muttered, "Shaka," and drove away.

Tasha groaned when she saw the girls' inquisitive looks, and translated quickly, "Mah-ku-ah, means father. Garans means guaranteed, and shaka means great. Come on, let's go inside and get settled, then we can go and explore the island."

A/N: Sorry if I've added too much Hawaiian for you. Try and follow!