"Why should I be the ferryman? We are both women." Tista grunted.
"Indeed, but I'm a delicate creature whereas you are a war machine." Rena countered. "Also, would you rather row the boat yourself or sit there and bring along a stranger who'll stare and listen to us the entire time?"
"Point taken." Tista sighed and grabbed the oar. "Begrudgingly, but taken nonetheless."
A flick of the paddle brought the gondola off the dock and another out of the hotel and into the canal.
"What the fuck?" The valet was shocked. "Even with only one passenger, it takes strength and technique to fight the currents yet those guys maneuver their gondolas like toy boats floating on a fountain!"
The Verhens spent the day touring the lower side of the city, visiting the shops, and admiring the different pieces of art from different periods that decorated both sides of the canals.
