She knocks, and is let in.  "Heya kiddo!"

"Are you done with R-Rated Activities?"

"Believe it or not, all I did was give her a piggyback ride."

"Puh-lease, that's the fakest story I ever heard."

"How's the potato chips, kid?"

"They got the good kind," he says.  "I got some real food too, apples and sandwich stuff, don't worry."

"Good man.  I do gotta find another girl to give piggyback rides to, though."  She is, indeed, pacing back and forth and bouncing on her toes a little.  "You good on your own for a while?"

"Mm-hmm."  He sits up in bed and also bounces a little.  "TV's boring.  I'm gonna check out the pool, that okay?"

"Fine with me, kid," she says.  "Have a good time.  I don't know if the DRT goons are gonna give you trouble for being out late but you've got no curfew far as I'm concerned."

He grins and thumbs-up and grabs his swim trunks and makes for the elevator down to the swimming pool, with a will.