His casual bite of the strawberry, without any outward recognition to his words mentioning the elder Jim, suggested he did not know about the awkward evening between the two captains. Though the memory of the last time he had seen the elder Jim did coil a warmth in the pit of his stomach that was not entire simple. He blamed it on the chocolate, which by now--yes--was metabolizing through his body.

"Perhaps it would be more efficient if our dinners occurred on the same evening?"