Vincent hardly managed to fit into the best of places but Costa de Sol was somewhere he'd rather believe did not exist; a smudge on the world map. There was no such luck when Yuffie decided it was the place for a honeymooning.
"Yuffie, we have no reason to be honeymooning to begin with."
"I know you are only waiting for my boobs to grow out before you are down on one knee, but a girl gets antsy!" He chose not to respond to this.
"Come on! It'll give you a chance to ogle me in my bikini! And if it's the sun you're worried about I'm sure they make an SPF 100+ these days and I'll let you use my umbrella." She brandished the ridiculous thing like a sword. It wasn't even a proper shade umbrella. Just a regular old rain umbrella embellished with sickly coloured flowers. "Besides I bet you look HAWT with a tan!"
He slumped in the slightest like a dejected child. He would not win this fight, but he would also not leave the hotel room. Yuffie could bring in all the mint ice cream she liked-he would not be swayed.