"C'mon, boys. Get in the water, hmm? It's good for ya."

Price rumbles, leaning against the grill and passing the spatula off to Alejandro, pulling his shirt off.

"Keep those flipping, Ale. Don't let 'em burn, alright?"

He hums, leaning inside from the slide door.

"Sweetheart? You in here, princess? We're gonna swim! You ready?"