"I will not." Alex crosses her arms as she perches on the edge of the bed (Righteous cow, Gene thinks). "What's the bloody point of running off to Spain, then?"

"I told you I'd go with you. I didn't say I would wear that."

"Blimey, Bols, it's only a bathing suit."

"You and I have very different ideas as to what a bathing suit is, then."