"No," Sophie corrected with a laugh, "you were supposed to go out and do something fun. This whole ship packed with stuff and you'd spend all day cooped up in here if I didn't make you go have a semblance of a vacation. Nerd." She'd had quite the relaxing day herself; first the spa treatments, then hours of sunning broken up by her nice chat with Stefan. She was already developing a nice glow; she'd have a fabulous tan by the time they got home, and all the spray tanorexics back home who practically had airbrush guns engraved with their names at Sunset Tan would be super jealous.
"What are you reading?" she asked, dropping down onto the sofa beside him and dropping her towel and bag next to the coffee table. Without waiting for an answer, she reached over to snag the book. After assessing the subject, she handed it back with a firm, "It was the butler." She didn't know if the book had a butler, but hey, it was common enough in murder mysteries, right? "With the pipe in the library. I can't believe you're in here reading when it's so gorgeous outside." Lola, who'd been spending most of the day napping in her cute Little Lily dog bed, chose that moment to prance out and give a tiny bark for attention. Sophie picked up the teacup Yorkie for cuddles, cooing to her in a little baby voice.