She couldn’t help laughing at him, chasing the bottle to the edge of the enormous tub and climbing out. Deliberately she threw a towel at him and wrapped herself up primly in another one. She just /knew/ if they watched each other dry off they would get distracted again, so she went back into the master bedroom instead and pulled on a red tiedye dress made of light fabric when she was finished.
Whooping victoriously as his childish actions elicited some laughter in her, Isaac caught the towel and furiously dried his hair, cursing colourfully under his breath as his curls near exploded upon contact. Sighing, he looped the towel over the back of the door and strode to the bedroom, shimmying into some boxers and shorts, before scratching at his stomach.
Summer had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter when she saw his hair. “Did you put your finger in a wall socket or something?” she asked, coming over to try to put the mess into some sort of order.