"I suppose that depends," Yuri says after finishing another bite of his rice and vegetables. "On how long you want to be down there. We might still have beach chairs or an umbrella, too. In storage."

But Yuri's not entirely enthused about the idea of carrying them back and forth, and he's not positive he believes Victor will stay still on the beach for long enough that Yuri won't end up worrying the chairs are going to go missing in that event Victor drags him off to see something. Even if half the time it's encased in dragging Yuri somewhere that Yuri has to take him, wherever it is, and explain what it is, and answer a hundred questions on top of that.

"We used to have them and floats, a ball or two, back before I moved to America." He's relatively certain there's nothing more embarrassing there, for any time when he and Mari were younger. Though it does leave him paused, trying to remember when the last time he'd gone with his family might have been. The year he left? Or was it even further back, since those years he'd been in Juniors gearing for Seniors. For America.