Haruka sipped her mint julip and enjoyed the feel of the warm sun baking her legs as she watched Hotaru frolicking in the water.
"Did you put the sun screen on her?"
"She put it on herself."
"You know she'll miss some spots, honestly." Michiru stalked off toward the waves with bottle of sun screen in hand and Haruka continued to sip the mint julip while admiring the view.
Her phone buzzed and she looked down to see that she had a text message.
When Michiru returned, Haruka was grinning to herself.
"What is it?" the other asked, suspiciously. She knew that smile very well.
Haruka shrugged.
"Nothing."
"Uh-huh."
"Want me to oil your back?"
"No, thank you, tell me what you've been up to. What have you done?"
Haruka smiled at her for a moment, and then removed her sun glasses.
"Zoe asked me for some advice, and apparently the advice I gave him worked out pretty well."
Michiru rolled her eyes.
"I can only imagine what horrors you've convinced him to inflict on poor Ami-chan."
"Poor Zoe-chan is more like it."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
Michiru eyed Haruka askance, but tipped her large hat lower on her face and settled back into her chair to watch Hotaru.
"Which reminds me," Haruka mentioned, casually, "Remember that bet we had about who would get married first?"
"Yes."
"I think you owe me a little something."
Michiru stared at Haruka over her sunglasses.
"You can't be serious."
Haruka smirked.
"You did something."
Haruka continued to smirk.
"That's not fair," Michiru turned away from her, folding her arms. Haruka's smirk fell off.
"What do you mean? You said that if Makoto got married, I'd have to do the dishes for a week - and if Ami got married, you promised you'd ride with me in the new -"
"Meddling was off limits. It had to happen on it's own."
Haruka sat back in her chair and grumbled.
"But," Michiru conceded, "If what you say is true, I might -might- consider riding with you on a short - slow - ride."
Haruka thought about it for a moment.
"Alright."
"And," she added, "want to bet on the next one?"