My “Royal” accent echoed through the empty pool. It was a sunny afternoon at the hangout. Everyone was in the mood for some fun. Aiger, the prankster of the group, was already submerged in the pool water.

My friends and I decided to set up a pretend royal tea party in the pool. It was an amusing idea that got everyone excited. We’d each take turns being different characters.

I was the first to go, and I was the “King,” hence the accent. I wanted to make it more interesting, so I requested Aiger, who was the “Waiter,” to pass me the sugar.

“Aiger, can you pass the sugar?” I asked, my royal accent was nothing short of hilarious. Aiger did not disappoint. He played along and passed me the imaginary sugar.

Naru was next. She was the “Queen” and made for a delightful one. Her blue hair spread across the water as she giggled. Naru's laughter was as infectious as her spirit.

The waves in the pool were her royal entourage, picking up her hair, and tossing it around. Naru's joy was evident, her grin stretching from ear to ear. She was loving every second of it.

It was then that Ranzo descended from the stairs. A puzzled expression marked his face as he looked at our group. Ranzo was always the last one to catch onto our antics.

“What’s going on here?” he asked. I couldn't help but chuckle at his confusion. I sat up, trying to look as regal as I could, and told him, “Tea party.”

Ranzo looked at us, still confused. He then glanced at the imaginary tea set, gave a shrug, and decided to join in. He, too, assumed a role, that of the “Guard.”

Our tea party was in full swing. Aiger would pass along the pretend tea, and I would give a royal decree, answered by giggles. We sipped our pretend tea, truly enjoying ourselves.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow on everything. It gave our tea party a magical touch. The laughter, the playfulness, and the camaraderie made it a day to remember.

As the rays of the sun started to fade, we knew it was time to wrap up our royal tea party. We ended it with a royal toast, raising our imaginary teacups into the air.

It was a simple day, but it was perfect in its simplicity. Sometimes, all you need are good friends and a sprinkling of imagination to turn a mundane day into a magical one.

As we all climbed out of the pool, we looked at each other, our faces glowing with contentment. Today was one of those days that we’d all remember for a long time.

“Same time tomorrow?” Aiger suggested as we were leaving. “Of course!” We all agreed. This was a tradition we wanted to keep. After all, who wouldn’t want to be part of a royal tea party?

The afternoon sun was gone, and the stars started to twinkle in the sky. We picked up our things and left, each of us basking in the happiness of the day that was.

As I walked home, I looked back at the now empty pool. The laughter, the joy, and the magic of our royal tea party still echoed around. “What a delightful afternoon,” I thought.

With a smile on my face and a heart full of joy, I knew that I was lucky. Lucky to have friends like these, lucky to have moments like these. After all, it’s the simple moments that make life beautiful.

Imaginary tea, an empty pool, a sunny afternoon, and the best of friends - this is how royal tea parties are truly hosted. I couldn't wait for the next one to begin, for another day of magic.

I reached home, feeling content. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew one thing for sure. While we might not have real sugar or tea, we had tons of fun and joy, and that’s all that mattered.

Our royal tea party was more than just play. It was about friendship, imagination, and making the most of our time together. It was a reminder of the simple joys of life.

And as our little tradition continued, so did the fun, the laughter, and the magic. Each day we'd be different characters, each day a new story. But the joy, the joy was always the same.

I woke up the next day, ready for another round of our royal tea party. As I stepped out of my house, the sun was shining bright. It was another perfect day for a tea party in the pool.

As I arrived, everybody was already there, excited for another afternoon of pretend-play. I joined them, ready to dive into another day of laughter, fun, and camaraderie.

And so, our whimsical tea parties continued, each more fun and magical than the last. It was the royal tradition of ours, a delightful way to spend our sunny afternoons.

No matter where life took us, the memory of these tea parties always brought a smile to our faces. We not only hosted imaginary tea parties, but we also created real, lasting memories.

I often reminisce about those royal tea parties. As I grew older, those sunny afternoons began to feel like a distant dream. But the joy they brought remains indelible in my heart.

Those days shine bright in my memory. Days spent basking in the sun, playing pretend, and sharing laughter. The royal tea parties were indeed something special.

And so, looking back, I am filled with gratitude for those beautiful afternoons, for that empty pool, and for those wonderful friends. For the magic that we created, for the royal tea parties, and for the joy we shared.

The sun would set, the stars would twinkle, but the magic of our royal tea parties will forever remain. Etched in our hearts, cherished in our memories, and lived in our laughter.

Whether it be a royal king, a gracious queen, a humble waiter or a stern guard, we embraced each character with love and hilarity. After all, it's the little things that create the greatest tales.

And so our tales were spun, each one more amusing than the previous, each one a testament to our friendship. Today, they remain, not just as tales, but as memories of time well spent.

As I now sit and recall, I can't help but smile. Those days were truly magical. And all we had were an empty pool, some sunny afternoons, and our vivid imaginations.

But it was more than enough. Because with a sprinkle of fantasy, a dash of laughter, and a pool full of friends, we made every day a delightful celebration, a whimsical royal tea party.

And while our tea was imaginary, our joy was very real. We found happiness in make-believe. And with each passing day, our royal tea parties became a cherished afternoon tradition.