"You know, you should have gotten a skill that taught yourself how to cook, instead of all of us." Laura laughs, watching Cain struggle to make himself lunch. They packed lots of ingredients for sandwiches and a bunch of premade snacks, but with the rocking of the ship, he's doing a horrible job of slicing anything.
"There's a trick to this, I'm certain of it. Once I figure out how to properly stabilize myself I will be fine." Cain replies, almost cutting his fingers as they crash over a wave. His agility is keeping him upright and unwounded, but he's far from being able to say he's gotten his sea legs and he can't seem to predict when the next big jolt will come.
