A mischievous glint flashed in Arthur's eyes as he unveiled his plan for their next adventure.
"Alright, Noah," he declared, a hint of triumph in his voice, "get ready for some serious wave action. Our next stop – the beach, twenty kilometers from here. And guess what? We're going surfing!"
Noah's initial surprise dissolved into a wide grin.
"Surfing, huh? You sure know how to pick 'em, Arthur. But let me warn you," he added, a playful glint in his own eyes,
"Just because you bested me on the basketball court doesn't mean I'm a pushover on the waves."
Arthur, his competitive spirit ignited, puffed out his chest in mock seriousness.
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that, my friend. Back in Britannia," he declared with a flourish,
"I was known as the 'Wave Whisperer.' Prepare to be humbled!"
Noah chuckled, a hearty sound that echoed in the spa's relaxation lounge.
