When he opened the door and was hit with a blast of morning sun, Caleb cringed. “Ahh, why is it doing that?” he cried, shielding his eyes with his hand. “The sun? Why is it shining?” asked Peter, unfairly amused. “It often does.” “Does it need to be so annoying about it?” Caleb grumbled, squinting and shielding his eyes with his hand. Peter murmured something that sounded a lot like “two and a half beers.”
