Feet up, butt down, shades on.
That was Riley Hale Dravaryn, moments before his ears twitched as he floated around lazily.
Frankly, he hadn't noticed anything amiss at first. With his concentration shot and drowsiness threatening to take him out, Riley might have missed it entirely if not for a waterpark guest suddenly exclaiming, "What?! Are you saying that for the price of this drink, we can't even have Glacites?!"
"Am I supposed to stay under this heat with melting ice? You realize that even convenience stores sell them, right?"
The voice was loud enough to carry over the lazy river's gentle splashing.
Riley cracked one eye open.
At the pool bar, a manager and a waiter stood in front of a man who was clearly in the middle of making it everyone's problem.
"I am very sorry, sir," the manager said, bowing slightly. "But the park doesn't use magical apparatus in our operations. Unfortunately, that means we don't serve food and drinks with Glacites."
