It had been blindingly sunny, and you had been complaining about it accordingly, because who wouldn't?

"Quit your whinin'." Arthur grumbled, taking off his hat and putting it firmly on your head. "There. Happy?" He shook his head.

John whistled. "Didn't know ya had it in ya Arthur." He grinned mischievously.

"Shut it." Arthur glared at John.

Despite his apparent annoyance at the implication, he was staying closer to you. His eyes lingering on your form longer than considered polite.