[A long arm goes around Kenzi's waist. Barclay takes his eyes off her in order to look at the boat, making a great show of looking at it from different angles, hmming and hrrming. He seems to be giving it a lot of thought. Which is kind of true; the fact is, he thinks it's important, and he cares, and he's trying, but he already knows what he's going to do the moment that she says it. He knows it as instinctively as she can tell whether somebody's complexion and hair makes them a spring or an autumn. (Personally, he still has no idea.)]
The Isabeau. Unless you're at risk of crying every time we take her out.
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The Isabeau. Unless you're at risk of crying every time we take her out.