He'd had a long tough day. Picked a few mangoes. Ate a few mangoes. Gone for a swim. Picked a few more mangoes. Ate a few... so on and so forth. It really was a hard life that Adrian was living on the island. He was testing the bounds of living off fruit and fruit alone. Afterall if he only picked what he needed he sure as hell didn't have to actually work. Then again when the pub was back into the full swing of things, he'd want money for drinks because this island without drinks... was some fresh version of hell.
Fruit eating was followed by a nice nap on the sand. He had a tan to keep up after all. It was finally the growling of his stomach that had roused him from sleep. Sloughing off the sand from his back and shaking it out of his hair he began to make his way back toward his bungalow. Maybe Parkinson had left some food in the fridge he could nick. That was a solid plan.
His progress was stopped by the sight of a female form lounging in the sand. What? He was easily distracted. No one had ever accused him of having strong concentration skills. As he padded through the sand and got closer he recognized the face. Ainsley Scamander. Fucking adorable Ainsley Scamander. Just like her recalled from school. What it was about her that he always found to be so... entirely corruptible, hell if Adrian knew. He didn't question things like this. Just went with them.
Unceremoniously, Adrian flopped down onto the sand next to her, folding his hands behind his head. "Long time no see Ms. Scamander."