Brodie did the beach thing day and night. He just liked it. He liked the smell, the sand, the sun and the sound of the sea. He liked to just lie there in a secluded corner and listen to it while doing nothing at all. But bonfire parties were good, too. Especially the ones that ended up with him waking up next to a bunch of half-drunk people like a carefully laid out line. Brodie liked to be awaken by the sun in his eyes and the sound of seagulls.
Snorting, Brodie shook his head. "You're trying to win me over with Star Wars talk aren't you? It's not going to work. I'm not a fanatic." He was a fan. Same origin, different meaning. Though the cookies sounded good. So did Jamie. "We're doomed, aren't we?" He asked, amused. Because he really wanted to do things to Jamie as well. Stopping for a while didn't seem to tame that down.
Brodie grinned, still very, very amused, at what Jamie said. Especially because it seemed slightly accidental. He ran a hand through his hair to pull it back, and sighed. "Me? You're the one talking about how much you like it when I beg! I just said something really harmless." He did the innocent thing rather well. "But if you want I can beg again." Yeah, right about now? Bad Brodie indeed.