As James tire his eyes off the nude girls playing in the water, difficult as it proved to be, he moved his way over to Morgan, figuring that it would be a good idea to sow further seeds of comradely with her. Particularly, by asking her opinion on one of the girls. The way he saw it, the more informed he was on this matter, the better.
After making his way past a smiling Molly, who had to use both hands to keep Carly’s oversized swimsuit from dropping off of her, and past a still nude Carly partaking in another volleyball game (admittedly he took a quick ten second break to admire the view unknowingly, which was cut short purely by Chloe coming up from behind and asking him if he was okay), James found Morgan, and walked up to her as casually as he could.
“Hey, Morgan. Sorry to bother you, but..... I want your opinion. Or information. Stuff you know or feel. Just..... data, I guess?”
Morgan looked at James briefly, trying to calculate this bizarrely worded request. After a bit, she shrugged and bit the line. “Alright, who do you want to know about?”