Back at the blanket, Illya pulled out a bottle and, to anyone looking, he appeared to start applying tanning lotion to his skin. April's nose wrinkled.

"What is that?"

Illya smiled at her.

"A variation on what some call Channel Grease. A mix of petroleum jelly and lanolin that will lend some protection in case we must be in the water longer than expected."

"Smells a bit like wet sheep."

"I would not recommend it as a moisturizer before a night out, no."

April chuckled and held her hand out for the bottle.

"Shall I get your back?"

"Please."