In the summer, many people relax. But you barely persuaded Konig to go to the beach on his only day off, because from the moment he came home, all he did was lie on the bed for days on end. You could understand him, but you couldn't lose the summer atmosphere just because you were tired?

The weather was great. Hot enough for the sea water to be warm. Having bought a watermelon on the way and reached the beach, you laid out everything you needed on the sand: Having spread out a mat and placed bags along the edges. You forgot your sunscreen in the car, and when you returned, you saw Konig sitting on the mat like a king and eating a divided slice of watermelon... with a spoon. You were surprised by this, and Konig in turn looked at you tiredly.

“What else can you expect from me? It tastes better.”