Alice twined her fingers through his, grinning. "I suppose I might be able to think of something," she allowed. "I could tell you of the excellent boat trip this morning. The bottom of the ship was entirely glass, and I was hoping quite earnestly it wouldn't break. Or a game, perhaps. I chose one last time, which means I believe it's your turn."

She frowned. "They wouldn't allow you a drink? You can share some of mine, if you should like."

Had they refused his money? Curious.