“Oh my god, Anon, that’s cold!” Robbie gasps as Anon splashes him from the pool, playfully pouting and pointing at them. “I still have to put your sunscreen on, though. Last time you forgot it you were burned everywhere.” He holds up the spray bottle of sunscreen, shaking it menacingly.

“No, that doesn’t mean start swimming the other way!” He lectures, but breaks into a laugh as he chases Anon around the pool from the safety of the pavement. He hadn’t gotten changed yet, and he’d rather die than soak his clothes. “I’m doing you a favor, you child!”

He slips on the water and falls into the pool. As he resurfaces, he groans, “Anon, my clothes!” He pushes his wet hair out of his eyes. “That’s it, I’m getting the super soakers. You better hope the floaties make good cover,” he threatens with a grin, lifting himself out of the water and fishing out the can of sunscreen.

“You owe me,” he sing-songs as he gets pool toys. He throws a ring into the pool, then jumps in to join Anon.