Wil couldn't deny that he'd had some ... more classically trained choices. He didn't become Captain Wilcar Lockgold by always choosing safely ... or wisely.
"Uh-huh. Mm-hmph." Ari really enjoyed having someone's rapt attention, no matter how much they were faking it. As long as they were sincerely trying to fake it. Unless Wil was a better actor than he thought. Her explanations did provide him valuable time to eat his two portions, whatever he could steal of Ari's portion, his apple, and a piece of candy he had in his pocket. Which left another 10 minutes for him to fantasize about where he would go and what he would do once The Love of Dililah was afloat. Maybe he'd talk to One-Eye again. Rumor was he was single and it'd been seven years since the last time they'd try to have a go at things. It always ended really bad, but when it was good, it was so very, very good.
Wil was grinning by the time she was done. He probably should have been listening much more closely to her wise words about filtering. "Y'mean one a'these?" He asked, pulling out a very large tablet out of his back pocket with a rusted dial and a piece of string conspicuously holding one of the back panels up and in place. "Got this one forever ago." Hey, he traded parts with folks. You saw something new, if it was free or near free, sometimes you took it.