Misha smiled at Bella's story. He was pretty sure that every kid got called a little fish at some point in their childhoods, although ususally by their mom or dad, not as often by a house elf nanny. He and Bella had obviously had very different upbringings.
"We still go from time to time," he answered.
"But I'm the oldest, so for awhile it was easy to say that the others weren't old enough. Now, even if he's only taking every kid over the age of ten, it's still a real handful."
The sun was really beating down from it's place in the mid afternoon sky, and the coolness of the drops of water from the cider bottle just weren't cutting it anymore. Misha stood and peeled off the thin t-shirt he'd been wearing, leaving him in his swim trunks. His own tan was already deep from a month of summer.