Misha was pretty sure that Bella wasn't aware of the current look on her face, her eyes wide as she looked him over. Colour rose up in her cheeks and she seemed to turn to the bottle of cider as though it had all of the answers to life written on the label. It wasn't anything Misha wasn't used to, but even so, he blushed a little himself.
"Not a dull second," he stressed.
"Although fussy toddlers and kids barging into my room all the time isn't exactly the kind of excitement I'm looking for."
He sat back in his chair, crossing his legs out in front of him to catch more of the sun.
"It's just you and your brother, right?"
Misha couldn't remember hearing the name Sorrento around the halls, other than in reference to the two of them.