Page 18 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

Meg and Lennox were the first to dig into the unusual creation, both taking large, enthusiastic bites. Lennox’s eyes widened in surprise, then delight. “Oh my god,” she said, her mouth still full. “This is so much better than I expected.”

Meg nodded in agreement, already halfway through her first slider. “It’s like a gourmet version of a PB&J. The burger adds this amazing texture, and the peanut butter just melts into everything.”

Reva, unable to resist after seeing their reactions, reached over and snagged one of the peanut butter and jelly sliders. “I have to try this,” she muttered, giving in to curiosity.

She took a tentative bite, her expression shifting from skepticism to amazement. “Okay,” she admitted, swallowing. “I was wrong. This is actually really good.”

The rest of us couldn’t help but laugh at her change of heart. Even Greta, who had been firmly in the cheddar slider camp, reached for one of the peanut butter and jelly creations. “Alright, count me in,” she said with a grin.

The cheese curds were a hit, too, their crispy exterior giving way to gooey, melted cheese with each bite. And the fries—golden, perfectly seasoned, and just the right amount of crisp—rounded out the meal perfectly.

By the time we’d finished, there wasn’t a single slider or cheese curd left on the bartop. We all leaned back in our chairs, thoroughly stuffed and incredibly satisfied.

“That was insane,” Karmen said, patting her stomach. “I can’t believe we ate all of that.”

“Believe it,” I replied, still marveling at how good everything had been. “We’re going to have to walk this off before we head back to camp.”

Lennox, finishing off her last Shirley Temple, smiled contentedly. “Worth it,” she declared. “And I’m not even ashamed to say I’d do it all over again.”

“I think all I’m going to want to do the rest of the day is float in the pool,” Nikki sighed.

“Sounds like a damn good plan to me,” Meg agreed. “Hopefully, we can snag some chairs and hang out there until dinner.”

Raven pointed to the bartender. “Can I get a Dirty Shirley by the pool?”

The bartender smiled and nodded. “Swim up tiki bar.”

Greta pumped her fist in the air. “Hell yeah! I’m getting a Dirty Shirley!”

After we split the bill eleven ways, we all piled into the golf carts for the ride back to the campsites. Lennox and Paige took the driver’s seats this time, and the drive back was noticeably more peaceful. The warm afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the path ahead. A light breeze rustled the leaves, creating a serene backdrop as we slowly made our way back.

“You could go a little faster,” Greta called from her spot behind Lennox, a teasing note in her voice.

Lennox shook her head, a playful giggle escaping her. “I think this is just right,” she replied. “I don’t need to go warp speed. We’ve got all afternoon to relax by the pool.”

When we finally arrived at the campsite, everyone headed inside to change and get ready for the pool.

“Be back at the golf carts in twenty minutes,” Greta ordered, her voice full of excitement. “The tiki bar is calling my name!”

“Yeah,” Raven called as she followed Greta into the RV.

“Anyone else think Raven and Greta are twins?” I laughed, watching the two of them disappear inside.

We climbed into the Mini Weenie, and Nikki smirked. “I think you might be onto something. The only difference is they’re a few years apart.”

“You know,” Wendy sighed as she flopped onto her bed, “you and Meg are alike, too.”

“What?” I shook my head. “No way.”

“Alice,” Karmen, Nikki, and Wendy called out in unison.

“Uh, yes?”

“You guys are like twins. Seriously, when I talk to Meg, it’s like I’m talking to you,” Nikki said, raising an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, if you say so. I might have to cut you guys off already,” I joked.

Karmen pointed at Nikki. “You remind me of Cyn.”

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