They were all scarfing down their food except for Nikolai. He was being a slow ass apparently or else they wanted to get away from him as much as they wanted to get away from their parents. Not that Nik cared. They were always off doing their own things - all of them.
Again, Slav didn't argue... Good. He wasn't sure he could keep himself so collected for much longer. It was hard being mostly nice. "Doesn't matter," he informed Slav. The book wasn't important.
He smirked faintly at Gor, "If you want to do that, you have fun. I might just cover it in sushi and throw it to some sharks." Sushi was about as close to chum as they were going to get on this stupid boat without raiding the kitchens.