Now Loras understood why he always saw paintings of young men on the lake with their hats over their faces. That was precisely what Loras did just then. He took up a beer, an action that spoke volumes of Obi-Wan's influence on him, then reclined back against the side of the boat. It rocked a bit, but settled enough for Loras to cock his cap forward so the bill shielded his eyes.
"I like this," he declared at once. He liked all of it, even the bugs and the murder of a worm, and probably a few fish within the next hour. Or five. Who knew how long it would take?