He can tell something's bothering Lev, but not what; there are a lot of candidates here that aren't beards and the shaving thereof.
The second Bahamulet's been rattling its wicker cage around this whole time, too. Wilson stoops down and grabs it, trap and all. It is no longer visible about his person when he stands up.
"I just got here, but it's a luxury liner, there must be something to do. A library or a smoking room at least, and some kind of... sports area. Maybe somewhere to drink if we're lucky." He's not sure how seriously the ship takes the Volstead Act. And also he hasn't found the abundance of bars on the promenade yet.
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The second Bahamulet's been rattling its wicker cage around this whole time, too. Wilson stoops down and grabs it, trap and all. It is no longer visible about his person when he stands up.
"I just got here, but it's a luxury liner, there must be something to do. A library or a smoking room at least, and some kind of... sports area. Maybe somewhere to drink if we're lucky." He's not sure how seriously the ship takes the Volstead Act. And also he hasn't found the abundance of bars on the promenade yet.