You lounged on the shore, sunbathing and pushing a stick around in the dirt as you lie on your stomach.

Arthur swam about in the cold lake water, a flicker of amusement gracing his features as you gave him a cursory look.

"Why don't ya get in the water?" Arthur suggested, swimming closer to the shore. A mischievous smile curled his lip.

"I mean, pushin' dirt 'round and lying in the sun is fine. Boring, but fine." He added and raised his hands, feigning indifference.