Lois waved back, smiling for a minute at Conner before sighing and shaking her head. "Really? Plaid? There was only the slimmest chance he wasn't going to inherit your disastrous fashion sense, and this?"

(This coming from the woman who somehow managed to acquire his old plaid shirts every so often.)

Tossing her bag down, she glanced once towards the water. "Thanks for the invite. Though," she added, bending down to rummage for her own sunscreen, as she did need to put some on, "when the Chief starts yelling about where I was all weekend, I'm blaming you."