( He's been patient enough to not only wait until the pool boy finished vacuuming, but also until half an hour after his breakfast had been eaten, so when the clock reads ten, she relents and tugs on the drawstrings of his swim trunks to tighten them before she opens the sliding glass door.
Dave takes off. She's quick to react and the words are chastising, but the tone is light because they have this conversation literally every time they come out to the pool. )
HEY! Uh uh, what's the sunscreen rule? Get your little butt back here, mister.