Jamie rolled his eyes. "Tsk tsk," he teased half-heartedly. He smiled at her next comment. He would love to take his sports to the professional level. Well, only one, of course. Probably baseball. There was something so much more satisfying about sliding and hearing 'safe' or hitting the ball and just knowing you'd really hit it compared to getting tackled into the mud. Of course, football did have its moments for sure, but he just liked baseball better. He turned, watching the two golden retrievers take off, eyebrows pulled together, until he saw Ryan. That explained things. Ali's tranquil expression rearranged for just a fleeting second at the barking before relaxing back. He watched the boy for a second, but then returned his attention to Bray with an easy smile.

Ali's blue eyes were closed. Her sunglasses weren't on. She started at Ryan's voice, having not him approach, taking a hasty breath in. She opened her eyes to look at him. "Oh! Crap! Owwww," she squeaked, having looked right into the sun. She looked away from him, blinking. She pulled herself into a sitting position. Managing to get most of the spots out of her vision, she turned her head to look at Ryan. "Well, now that I've embarrassed myself enough for one day, hey to you too. And no. Not bored. Tanning," she responded with a laugh, blue eyes sparkling. Cutie, her Pomeranian, had yapped when Ali had been started, but now just sat, looking dejectedly at Ryan, who had stolen her attention-giver. Ali had been laying, just absently petting with Cutie, playing with her ears, etc. Now Ali's attention was sufficiently distracted.