Despite the unconventionality of his makeshift bed, sleeping on a hammock out on the beach was not a half-bad experience for Charlie, after all, it was surely more comfortable than sleeping on that worn out cot he slept on as a kid. The warm temperature of the tropical climate, similar to that inside Wonka's factory yet the utter opposite of the surrounding dreary metro area, was a plus, and so were the sounds and view of the beach he found himself sleeping at. Every once and a while Charlie would wake up and catch a view of the sea out in front of him, during one of these peeks, he watched as the sun appeared to rise out from the Gulf of Mexico, giving everything a yellowish-orange hue. The heir would take the breathtaking view in for a few seconds before snuggling back into the hammock and closing his eyes for another round of much needed and much deserved sleep and he continued this process multiple times throughout the dawn and early morning. This was quite different from his normal life as typically, when Charlie would wake up, that would mean that it was time to get out of bed to get ready for work. But, there was no work to attend to today, today was actually a day off, a day that Charlie could spend sleeping for as long as he wanted.
Now, that was until the little brute had gotten bored of sleeping and became overcome by hunger, leading her to go outside where she shook the Good Boy out of his slumber inside the hammock, and screamed, "Charlie, I'm hungry!"
With sweet dreams now over and with what was basically a child in an adult's body nearly pushing him out of bed for a most child-like reason, Charlie yawned and wiped his crusty eyes to get a better view of Veruca, and politely responded, "You didn't have to wake me up, the food in the refrigerator is for us to eat. You could've made yourself some breakfast."
It was at that moment that Veruca looked at Charlie with the most confused look he had ever seen, but then it clicked, the brat had not made herself breakfast because she did not know how to. Yet, the only way to know for sure was to ask her, and so, he did cautiously, "Veruca, have you ever made yourself breakfast?"
An extremely indignant sense overcame Veruca, and the heir could hear it in her tone as she barked back, "That is such a ridiculous question, Charlie. Why would I ever have to make myself breakfast, or any meal for that matter? That's what Alice is for. What's next, are you going to ask me if I clean my own penthouse or do my own laundry?"
As hilarious as the little brute's ambivalence towards being able to do these basic tasks were, Charlie actually found it to be quite sad that she did not know how to do these basic skills required to function as in independent adult, but then he remembered that she was the farthest thing from that, as well. From the servants that attended to her family when she was a child to her personal servant, Alice, in adulthood, Veruca had always had someone to tend to her every whim without her having to have raised a finger. She got everything she ever wanted, so she never struggled, and so she never learned how to be independent. While many would have lectured the brat about all her shortcomings as a functional adult, the heir knew this was not the time to rub her failures in her face, not that Charlie was even the kind of person to do such a thing, instead, he told her to follow him into the kitchen so that he could cook them both some breakfast. Once inside the small house, Charlie searched the refrigerator and found all the ingredients for an omelet, Veruca said that that was fine and so he started cooking. After having watched his mother cook for their entire family for years and having spent an equal amount of time concocting new candies with Wonka, Charlie had grown up to become a master in the kitchen. The heir tried to show her how to do it herself, but she was far less interested in learning how to make an omelet herself than she was at gobbling up whatever the Good Boy prepared for her. In this case, Charlie had whipped up about half a dozen eggs and added an assortment of chopped up vegetables and ham and cheese on top of the mix grilling on the pan, a delicious concoction the two of them then sat down at the four-person table next to the kitchen and ate together.
With breakfast out of the way soon after that, the two former Golden Ticket winners sat in an awkward silence at the kitchen table, and in hope of putting an end to the discomfort, Veruca looked up at Charlie, and asked, "So, what are we going to do now?"
The Good Boy chuckled when he heard that question, and while he could not speak for her, Charlie immediately knew what his answer was, replying, "That's a great question, Veruca. I know exactly what I'm going to do, nothing. Absolutely nothing."
Such an anticlimactic answer was not what the little brute expected. At first, she did not understand what Charlie actually wanted to do, but after seeing that unimpressed look overcome Veruca's face once she put two and two together, the heir explained, "I work every day and I haven't had time to myself for the last couple of months, I think I've earned a day off work, a day to myself. You know, just don't tell Mr. Wonka what I'm doing. I told him I'm still conducting business, shh."
"I wasn't planning on it," Veruca snapped back unenthusiastically, not that she was in any kind of rush to even be in the same room as the master chocolatier.
Seeing as it was best to keep the little brute from descending into her typical spiral of resentment and aggrievement during their getaway, the heir thought he could patch things by cracking a joke at Wonka and his countrymen's expense, verbally jabbing, "But, who could blame him for being that way about time off? You know those Yanks, they work and work until their hearts explode of stress...and deep-fried hamburgers, I guess."
"Anyways, I invite you to join me in doing nothing today, Veruca," Charlie suggested, literally extending his arm out, hoping she would join him, something the little brute unfortunately did not take in stride.
"Ugh, that's so boring. Nothing, that's what I do every day at home. I guess I might as well make myself a drink," Veruca jeered as she ignored Charlie and headed over for the fully stocked home bar that had captured her attention the first second she laid eyes on it. Interestingly enough, the Good Boy thought, the little brute didn't know how to cook herself a meal, yet she did know how to prepare an assortment of alcoholic beverages for her personal consumption. But he guessed people only choose to learn the things that they deem to be valuable skills.
Regardless of their differentiating views on relaxation, the heir had proclaimed to the little brute that their day-long vacation had begun and that she could spend her time doing whatever she pleased, and he surely knew how he would spend his time away from the factory. Beaches were one of the most relaxing places on earth, undoubtedly calmer than the hustle and bustle that went on inside Wonka's factory where Oompa Loompa's maneuvered about making new candies and where the head of the company had what could be classified as a near psychotic episode every other second. And Charlie sure came prepared to take advantage of his vacation time, he made a detour to the bathroom and remerged in a pair of swimming trunks and took a beach chair from the closet out to the seashore. The heir kicked back in the chair and dug his toes into the sand below, only for his feet to get occasionally bombarded by an incoming wave that reached the maximum of the current tide, thus keeping them refreshed in the tropical summer heat.
At first, Charlie thought he would spend the day alone lounging on the beach, but that was until Veruca strutted out from the house wearing a white sundress that fluttered in the wind when the ocean breeze brushed up against it, a large tan sunhat with a black lace tied across the crown and another pair of sunglasses she used when she didn't want anyone to see what her eyes had to say. She had prepared herself a mojito and drank it out of the tall Collins glass she held in her right hand while carrying a rolled-up towel underneath her left arm. The little brute had brought her towel out to the beach to lay on it and lounge underneath the mighty sun on this day, and she unrolled her white and blue striped towel right next to Charlie where she proceeded to sit down on it and enjoy her drink on the beach next to her fellow Golden Ticket winner.