"Wouldn't be the first time," he said with a small smile. "Did you want me to stay the night?" Bringing Ari food during hell week and sleeping over - even if all they did was sleep - had become something of a tradition. He hadn't expected to stay over that night, having been under the impression that she was still cross with him, but if she was really as okay as she said she was, then he had no problem staying over.
"What happened to your mandolin?" he asked suddenly, remembering the fiasco at the docks. Wood instruments and moisture didn't get along, and Ari had been submerged for a short time before he had been able to get to her. He was pretty sure that she was going to have to replace it, but then, he wasn't exactly an expert. Maybe there had been a way to rescue it.