"The umbrella is for her," he supplied, helpfully. "She's just afraid to admit it."

Yes, Jono was reaching down to pat her shoulder. Not so much of a stretch for him, anyhow.

"Better bring me a Carling, too, if you carry it. I'll need something to wash that pink taste out with."

Because he'd drink it. Really, this was practically a dare, and who was he to back down from one of those? But there was no way he'd do so without a beer chaser.