"Well, I'm not drinking this," Mr. Universe counters, gesturing to the pool. "And if you're gonna be around, I'd like to fend off the headache."

He quirks a brow at Garnet. "What do you need this guy around for out here, anyway? Timing how long you tan for? Sure not here to help you relax." It shouldn't bother him--not any more than Garnet herself being here, anyway. But there's something in him that doesn't like this guy around her, past just being obnoxious.