Leo likes barbecuing. It brings back memories of too many uncles fighting over a tiny grill on their tiny back porch, trying to escape the house that no matter how many cooling charms, still could've used air conditioning. It feels like summer. He's okay with that. There's no stolen beer that he's sneaking on to the fire escape to drink with his cousin Giuseppe. Instead, Leo's found a patch of sand to spread out a textbook. It's not quite summer yet, and he has only a few weeks until final exams, and the very last game of his Gooseberry career in the morning. He has to maximize time.

It doesn't quite work. He's spread out on a beach blanket, but the sun, wind, and sand are natural enemies of Charms. So is the desire to just eat his damn hamburger already. He wrinkles his nose and tries harder, anyway, literally fighting against summer for the last push of his academic career.