Andre, mirror in hand, went to Judith's cabin, knocking on the door. "Captain?" he asked.

"That you, Romain?" The door swung inward, and the captain squinted up at him, either annoyed or merely curious as to why he was there. The room behind her smelled very strongly of pipe-smoke. "Problem?"

"Proble--" Andre sniffed the smoke, and coughed. "Er. No,no problem. I was just talking to your grandson. He said you've been. Er. Encouraging him and Elaine?"

"I beg pardon?" She fanned at some of the smoke, then simply closed the door behind her, cutting off the scent at the source. "Encouraging them to what, hold fast to their dreams?"

Andre raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what. Their...you know...thing. They are doing."

"That thing that they had better not be doin' on my ship?" Judith asked.

Andre choked. "No! I mean. I don't know. I don't know which thing. All the things they're doing. The whole...love-stuff."

"Oh, that part." She shrugged a shoulder, thumbs hooked under her belt. "I'm not encouraging it," she said flatly. "I'm just not screamin' about it as hard as I could do so long as they both keep their hands off each other and get their work done."

Andre raised both eyebrows. "Er. Well, apparently to your grandson, that counts as encouraging. He says you think they're good for each other."

"He's sixteen and he's found a lass who actually likes him back. She's sixteen and she's found a lad who doesn't make it a mess of work for her to like him back. It happens everyday somewhere in the world, Romain." She looked bored. "The only thing I'm bitchin' about is that they're stuck in close quarters."