"Hell, if you can speak English, you've got a leg up on most of my busboys," Kevin laughed, puffing on his cigar and passing the lighter to Sean. "And at least on the ship there's not too many places one can run off too." He grunted as the trumpeter hit another sour note. "I'm about to throw that ruddy trumpeter through a porthole." He looked over at Molly playing with her fish balloon. "By the way, glad you liked the calamari. I was a bit concerned about it, glad to see it came out all right." He took another puff on the cigar. "You mentioned something about painting, what do you paint?" He wouldn't want one of those stupid abstracts hanging about, but a nice seascape might not go amiss.