They decided that it was too late to go to the park that night, so they hung out at the hotel pool. Besides, the jet lag was starting to get to them all. Except Yoh.
"Look!" he screeched, running to Anna with a mug in his hand.
"What am I looking at?" she asked. She didn't even bother to move from her poolside chair.
Yoh shook the mug. "You can buy the mug, and then get all the soda you want!" He shook the mug even harder, splashing drops of Code Red Mountain Dew on Anna's navy batik tankini.
She sat up and glared at him over the rims of her sunglasses. "No more caffeine for you," she said. "You have had way, way, way too much. All it's going to do is make you hyper, and then make you have to go to the bathroom. Often. And I'm forced to share a bed with you tonight."
"Okay," Yoh said, running to obey Anna and dump out his soda.
"And get me a smoothie while you're up," she called.
"Ooh, one for me too!" Pilika squealed.
"I don't think he heard you," Anna said.
Pilika rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'll just get one myself," she said, jumping out of the pool and shaking the water droplets from her long, pastel blue ponytail. She jammed her sandals on her feet and clomped over to the poolside stand. That's when she realized that the strap of her pink halter top swimsuit was coming loose.
"Ahem." A teenage boy with blonde hair, golden skin, big blue eyes, and very white teeth smiled at her. "Can I give you a hand?" he asked.
"Sure," Pilika blushed. The boy tied her swimsuit ties in a cute, perky bow. "Arigato. I mean thank you."
"You're Japanese?" he asked. "Cool. I lived there for a couple of years. I live in Australia now."
"I'm from the Ainu tribe," Pilika said shyly.
"Ainu. I've heard of them," he said, lapsing easily into Japanese.
"HEY!" HoroHoro screeched, running over. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER!"
"Talking?" the surfer boy said.
HoroHoro grabbed his moon-eyed sister around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. "You will not be talking to Pilika AT ALL! You may not come near Pilika AT ALL! You may not breathe the air where Pilika is breathing AT ALL!" he screamed. "Come, little sister."
"He's so pretty," Pilika mumbled, waving at the surfer boy.
"It's bad enough that Spikey likes you. Now you have to go and get a punky surfer to fall in love with you," HoroHoro said. He dumped his shrieking sister in the pool, splashing Tamao, who had just come outside.
"Are you okay, HoroHoro-san?" Tamao asked.
"She's so pretty," HoroHoro mumbled. Tamao was wearing a sunny yellow tankini, and her short pink hair had been drawn up into two little-girl pigtails. "I mean, yeah, I'm okay."
"I'm glad," Tamao smiled.
"HoroHoro, close your mouth," Ren hissed. "The flies are coming in."
"No kidding," HoroHoro wheezed. "Actually, I think that was a ladybug. I'll be right back."