“Sorry you had to watch me get my ass handed to me in volleyball earlier, though,” he joked, a smirk on his face. He'd known the whole time through that he was going to lose, but it was still fun to play. Even though he'd eaten a whole freaking face-full of sand when he'd dove to try and hit the beach ball at one point. “I think I'll be spitting out sand for a week,” he added.
Maybe it was his, but he'd never been a bogart. As long as he got some, he didn't care. “Maybe, but I'm offering it to you. I found it in that house we raided. Same place I found the fireworks, but in the basement.”
He smirked. “I'd never have gone there if not for you, so it's kind of yours too.” He pushed his hand forward and nodded to her, smirk turning to a smile. “Go for it. I don't mind. If you want to, I mean.” He turned his head toward Dog and chuckled.
“Sorry, not for dogs, though. I've got some jerky back in the beach house. I'll give you some of that instead,” he told the big dog with a smile.