Sean grinned and raised his glass to Kevin. It was nice to see someone acting normal around Molly. It was one of the highlights of the trip so far.
"You know, other than the fact that there isn't a lot on board for my own tastes, I have to admit they try to go for the best of everything. But I agree with you about the trumpeter. He needs more practice. He must have connections."
Hmm... if he did than maybe he was worth talking to. One little cog turned into a bigger... Sean felt a sharp little elbow in his side and looked to see Molly giving him the hairy eyeball. She reached up and pressed a cold fingertip to the middle of his forehead.
"Thinking too much crinkles right there. Wheels in wheels turning when you should let the music flow like smoke and water. Stop thinking and be."
"Right. Stop thinking. That works." Sean took another enjoyable inhalation of his cigar.
"You could both start heckling instead. Heckle and Jeckle sitting on a wire. mocking the scarecrow with the trumpet."