Feliks has been running all around the beach, playing with his Pokémon and swimming and talking to his friends... and trying not to get too distracted by Fai. (The water, still a bit cool in springtime, helps a lot.)

He approaches Imogen with a wave, a smile, and two coconut-y drinks balanced precariously in one hand, his skin a little pink from the sun already.

"Hey, you're here too! Looking good, like that's a huge surprise. Here, take one of these off my hands."

Without waiting for any invitation, he passes the cup over and flops down in the sand next to her. "So, 'sup?"