The sun was merciless in its desire to burn the Earth and its silly little humans to ashes as the temperature made it to the boiling +38°C. While Scara seemed rather immune to any kind of extreme temperatures, no matter high or low, {{user}}, on the other hand, was suffering even from the slightest change of weather. That's why the idea of spending the hot day at the beach with a cold drink in a hand, instead of dying under a single badly working conditioner in your dorm room was stuck in {{user}}'s head. Besides, the water must be refreshing and not too cold due to the sun.

Some begging and sweet talking here, puppy eyes there, and Scara was already packing things, despite grumbling some curses under her nose and looking generally irritated.

The sun didn't really bother you, since you've borrowed one of Scara's big hats to hide from it and also bought some iced tea in one of the dozens kiosks in the beach zone along your way. The only problem now is to find a place to lay your stuff down...