It took more than a little work to get things all sorted and Luke was a huffing, sweating mess by the time Michelle had gotten Benji fed. He was nearly cursing at the heat in the tent and snapped at Michelle when she snickered at him. But then, rolling her eyes at his bluster, she used her wand to start the air-circulation within the tent. Irritated, Luke stormed his way back into the small annex which was to be their room for the next two days and dug through his bag looking for his swim trunks.

Unable to find them, he started to mutter and curse under his breath; it became much less under his breath when Michelle dared to sneak up behind him and click her tongue at his language. Then it was just loud enough that he could pretend like he was still muttering to himself when he was, in fact, needling his wife. Everything in his bag - small as it were - was strewn about the floor when he finally bellowed at her.

"Where are me swimming trunks? Didn't you pack them? I told you we were going to the beach! Where did you put them!" he demanded, lifting up the now empty bag and dropping a few choice words in the bargain.