Fun? That feels like such a foreign concept. He wasn't exactly swimming in options for entertainment on Moya. With Arthur, he'd learned to appreciate quieter hobbies, like reading or drafting poetry. There's the pool? When was the last time he was sober enough to swim? Would the arcade be too much to explain to a guy from 1934? Playing poker seems a bit on the nose. It's probably a worrying sign that Crichton's taking this long to think about it. Almost like he doesn't remember how to have fun anymore.

"We got a bowling alley?"