Scott sat at the edge of the pool, folding one leg in front of him as it rested on the ground, and raising the other so his foot was flat on the deck and he could rest his forearm on his knee.  He was fully dressed, so there was no way he was getting the expensive boots anywhere near the water.  "Hey, it's nothing," he responded to Amelia's heartfelt appreciation.<br/><br/>Glancing to her for a moment, he offered her a soft smile, putting an arm around her shoulders to give her an affectionate side hug.  "So, chica, we need to come up with some form of distraction.  Fancy a poker game or something?  Maybe hit the studio, do a bit of pickin' and singin'?  Or just a little of everything throughout the day?"  He offered a cheeky grin, deciding he'd stay here with her until she had come out of her hold, which he knew damn well she was still in, no matter how much she laughed it off.<br/><br/>"We can even make it interesting if you want," he continued.  "I say we grab lots of alcohol, run down to the studio, play, sing, drink, then get ourselves a game of cards going.  Just stay nice and occupied, and I promise you'll be feeling better by sundown."