Grian sat alone, staring at the ocean, fighting tears. Of course the only thing he'd treated himself to was stolen. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair.

'Grian? Dude?' Ren. Grian glared back, seeing the ice cream he was holding out. 'I wanted to give you this.'

'It's yours.' He stared at the ground.

'Grian,' Ren sat down next to him. 'you've done so much this holiday. You deserve this.'

'Ren, it's fine.' insisted Grian again. Pearl appeared on his other side.

'If you'd prefer blackcurrant to salted caramel, you can have mine. We're happy to share the other.'

'Pearl, Ren, you're incredible, but seriously. I can't accept. I'm not sacrificing your enjoyment.'

'Dude, we both agreed. We're not going until you choose or the ice creams melt.'

Grian glanced between the two, eventually taking Ren's salted caramel with a grateful smile.

'Thanks.'

Pearl and Ren shared the blackcurrant, swapping it between themselves. The three enjoyed the near silence, watching a group of children chasing seagulls on the beach.

'Joel started a seagull cult after you ran off.' Ren explained. 'Looks like it spread.' Grian laughed.

'Why am I not surprised?'

'Martyn strangled one to death and threw it into the water thing you fell into.'

'Oh my goodness... He's going to be in so much trouble...'

'If he's caught.' Ren added. 'Which he might not be.'

'Seagull cult? Surely someone will notice that...'

'DIE YOU SEAGULL MENACE AAAAAAHH!' One of the children below screamed, throwing a bucket. The coastguard nearby only laughed.

'Dude, everyone hates seagulls.'

'A to Z of stuff that could still go wrong this holiday.' Pearl suggested.

'All our stuff gets destroyed by fire.' Grian started pessimistically with.

'Bdubs... Breaks his arm... Falling out the bus.' Pearl followed.

'Cub convinces the entire town he's king and they refuse to let him leave.'

'Dogs chase Doc out of the town.'

The trio continued, getting more and more chaotic and morbid with their suggestions until they reach 'WW3 breaks out because of Grian and Scar's stupidity', followed by 'Xisuma has to break Tango and Scar out of prison for thievery'. By the end ('Zedaph gets hit with ANOTHER rock') Grian was feeling genuinely cheerful.

'Thank you.' He smiled at Ren and Pearl next to him. 'I've been far too stressed and grumpy this holiday. And it's ended up causing more harm.'

'We've still got one more day left.' Ren reminded him. 'Go wild. Cause some harmless chaos. This holiday is for everyone, including you. You deserve a break too.'

'Thanks Ren... I'm ready to get back to the others.' Grian decided, standing. 'Thank you for persevering with my grumpiness.'

'No problem, dude. Now let's see how many seagull deaths Joel's caused...'

Far away from the chaos, Scar still lay on his sofa, laughing at Cub's constant antics. He'd swapped 5 hermits unemptied suitcases, turned the picture in the hall upside down, and made the door sign of Joel and Jimmy's room say Jimmy was a toy. After lunch (cheese toasties), as Scar was taking a brief rest, he'd baked cake, wrestled one of Scar's 5 blankets away from him, and snuggled on the sofa to watch 'The Force Awakens'.

'What no one realises,' Scar started rambling, only 10 minutes in, with a mouthful of cake. 'Is how episode 5 of the Clone Wars animated TV...'

'Scar, buddy, I'm trying to listen to Luke Skywalker...' Interrupted Cub, humoured by his friend's excitement. Scar have a guilty laugh.

'Sorry.'

The pair continued watching, enjoying the cake so much each had 2 slices before Cub rescued it to leave for the others.

'I get first dibs on spare cake because I'm your best friend...' Scar muttered jokingly, before returning to seeing the epic final midair fight and starting up again about how they ignore detail X and Y in some modern show or film.

'YES!' Scar stopped, suspicious, at Cub's cheer.

'Cub...? Have you actually watched this before?'

'I mean...' Cub struggled for an excuse. 'It's been...'

'One of the GREATEST FILMS OF ALL TIME!' Scar cried. 'And you haven't seen it!'

'Surely you've seen it enough for both of us!' Cub protested. Scar couldn't help but laugh, the two returning to the actual film. By the end, Scar was exhausted and slept again so Cub returned to the kitchen to tidy, and make dinner.

By the time the other hermits returned home, the smell of cooking meatballs and sauce was everywhere. Scar was still asleep, and the first thing Grian noticed.

'I hope he's better tomorrow...' he sighed. Joel was still fangirling over the 34-strong seagull cult he and Martyn created.

'Hey everyone!' Cub called from the kitchen. 'Dinner's on the way!'

'Oh my goodness... Cub you're the best.' Grian collapsed onto the other sofa from Scar, who'd been woken by the noise.

'Grian?' he mumbled, still half asleep. 'Have YOU watched the Force Awakens?'

'Of course? It's a classic film. Why?'

'Cub hadn't.'

'CUB WHY HAVEN'T YOU WATCHED STAR WARS?'

'I HAVE!'

'Anyway,' Scar shuffled as much as he could to sit up. 'how was your day?'

'Varying,' Ren admitted. 'It started poorly but the afternoon was really good.'

'Joel made an anti-seagull cult. Etho found the best lunch, and then his team beat mine and Tango's team in a landslide in the escape room.'

'You did an escape room?!' Cub appeared, hiding his slight jealousy. 'How did you manage to fit all of you in at once?'

'We split into 3 teams... Me, Jimmy, Ren, Martyn, and Pearl; Etho, Doc, Bdubs, Joel and Joe; and Tango, Skizz, Impulse, Zedaph.'

'I still think Etho should've done it alone...' Tango grumbled. 'But what did you do?'

'Ate cake and watched Star Wars.'

'I made cake and tried to get Scar to stop interrupting Star Wars.' Cub added. Scar laughed, accepting. 'Then I started making dinner which should be done... Now.'

The oven timer beeped on cue. Cub disappeared to serve the it. Grian turned back to Scar.

'Feeling better?'

'I think.'

'I can check your temperature to see.'

As Cub declared dinner done and Tango ran upstairs to share further, Grian confirmed Scar was in fact doing better - his temperature was nearly back to normal. The group decided to keep Scar company, eating. in the living room. Cub and Grian even managed to bribe access to their sick friend's sofa (after ensuring he wasn't contagious). Several hermits shared compliments about the meal and following cake, enjoying each other's company as they watched The Mandolorian.