[He doesn't recognize it, mostly because he tends to stick with the basics (straight up coconut oil). He takes it and turns it this way and that, investigating what little the bottle has to offer him in terms of understandable labelling.

Handing it back to her, he digs out a little spot in the sand so he can rest his bottle of beer in it while he uses his upper body to change his orientation. Before she knows it, there's the big mass of a loosely coiled tentacle on her lap and stomach.]

I forgot to moisturize before I took my nap...so I'm getting pretty dry down here.

[She might not know it since she hasn't experienced them wet, but there shouldn't be any friction between her skin and his--and there's enough to be a problem. Now it's obvious why he had to moisten the bottle caps before pulling them off, because even when the muscles contract his parched suckers, there's no vacuum on her at all.]

If you helped me with that, it'd be a great relief.