When Schiller arrived, he happened to witness Stark in an embarrassing state. Stark seemed to be trying to set up a canopy himself, but the wind on the beach was too strong, and he was not wearing his armor. No matter what he did, he could not drive in the stake meant to secure it. Then a gust of wind came, and Stark nearly went flying.
After finally managing to plant his feet firmly in the soft sand, Stark turned around and saw Schiller's smiling face.
"Hey, I just... I just slipped up for a moment," Stark shouted. "I'll have it nailed down in no time... But are you really just going to stand there and watch?"
"Don't look at me. I don't know how to pitch tents." Schiller folded his arms, walked past him, and sat down on a nearby table. "Looks like you'll have to demonstrate your tent-pitching skills for me. Go on."
Stark muttered a few words under his breath, but finally let go. The staff who had been waiting nearby could finally come over and take care of the last bit.
"You look much better," Schiller said. "At least you no longer look like an angry turkey all the time."
"What? A turkey?! That's how you see me?!"
The two were still bickering when Gwen and Peter emerged from the changing room nearby. Gwen had not changed clothes, but Peter had put on swim trunks. He was clearly overheating and immediately grabbed ice cubes from the cooler and stuffed them into his mouth.
Stark asked what was wrong, and Peter complained, "There's no air conditioning in the changing room. I almost got steamed alive..."
"Are you all right, Miss Gwen?" Schiller looked at Gwen with concern. She did not look well. Gwen sighed and said, "The