Elodie’s POV
We have lunch, a fancy buffet style meal that has more choices than I ever thought was possible. I sit with Lena and Felix, at a small four seater table, studiously avoiding looking at the brooding man that seems to constantly have his gaze pinned to me.
Lena's already halfway through recounting some disaster from her and Conall's morning shortbread attempt, gesturing wildly enough with her fork that Felix ducks slightly to avoid it.
'. . . and then Conall just looks at me, dead serious, and goes, ‘I think we're supposed to take it out before it burns,’ like that wasn't blatantly obvious from the smoke!' She laughs, shaking her head. 'Honestly, between the two of us, I'm amazed we didn't set off the ship's fire alarm.'
'You should've smelled the oven,' Felix adds, wrinklin
