The breakfast service wasn't quite over, luckily. Cooper managed to snag some croissants and melon, along with a tray to carry them on. Now, drinks. Mimosa, or was Sarah not the breakfast booze type? Well, grab one and one glass of straight OJ, just to be on the safe side. A couple cups of black coffee, and he was ready to deliver. He sauntered across the arcade to the pool, tossing Mel a slightly friendlier nod - already at her post this morning, didn't the poor girl ever get a day off?<br/><br/>No one else was interested in a morning swim, it seemed. The place was empty, no sign of life but for Sarah's robe tossed over a chaise lounge. It reminded Cooper of something, an ad that had been on TV all the time when he was just a sprout - for perfume, maybe? There was a tune he remembered to this day... Only half aware he was doing it, he began to sing under his breath.<br/><br/>"My baby don't care for clothes ... my baby don't care for shows ... my baby just cares - ba-bap! - for me..."<br/><br/>Cooper had just set down the tray when Sarah surged out of the pool as if she were about to brandish Excalibur. He grinned and waved.<br/><br/>"Morning! In case you hadn't eaten yet." He gestured to the tray, then squinted at her. "You look a little red already. Forget your sunblock?"