The water was tempting, but Misha accepted Bella's invitation to take a seat. He sat two bottles up on the table and cracked the cap off of his.
"I'm good, thanks," he said with a wide smile. The bottles were still cold and Misha pressed his against the side of his neck, before taking a deep swig. He wasn't really a beer fan, but nothing could beat a cold cider.
"Besides, they say you should eat and swim. It's probably bullshit but... or, uh, not true. Sorry."
He took another sip and looked out over the water again.
"You see, I think you can blame my problem on the fact that I'm the oldest. I was never allowed to swear in front of the younger kids, so the second I got to school I started swearing up a blue streak. You know the way it is; you aren't allowed to do something at home, so you go overboard when you can finally do it. Want me to crack a cider for you?"