What a question. There are so many possible ways to answer it, all of which might contain traps, but apart from waxing nostalgic about all the slaves he mistreated, Benedict isn’t necessarily confident of where it’s going.

“…sunbathing,” he mumbles, with a wrinkle of his nose as he continues the list, “swimming. Parties. What anyone does when the weather’s hot.” Anyone within a certain socioeconomic tier, anyway, but it’s the information he has.