"Aside from that slow cabana boy? Nah. The beach is keepin' me pretty mellow." She rolled over and picked up her drink, then took a little sip, lips curling into a smile. Aahh. Like candy. She sat up and waved dismissively at Harvey's question, "Mistah J said he tans real bad, didn't wanna hafta spend that much time out in the sun playin' nice. My puddin' is dedicated to his work like that." She sipped again, then laid down on her back. Harley pulled a pair of shades off the table and slipped them on to guard her eyes from the sunlight. "I kinda had you figured for the same thing, Harv. I can't really picture you playin' volleyball on the beach, unless the ball was a severed head."