Jopson enjoys their time like this, reading and passing the book back and forth. He enjoys Crozier's commentary most of all regardless of how many pages they cover when he's the one orating. Each of the stories and factoids tell him more about the man sitting near him, reveals a small part of him that others might not see, and he holds that preciously close to his chest.

When Crozier finishes his meal and takes up the reading again, it's his turn to stand and take up the plate and cutlery, setting it near the kettle to take away later. He does refill Crozier's teacup though before returning to the table to listen. Beneath the table he nudges his leg against the man's, seeking out the contact and the warmth.

"I'm beginning to think there isn't a book in this ship you haven't read, sir. Each one we pick you even know the things they omitted, or you read between the lines in a way I couldn't."

Not a complaint - more admiration than anything else. The tea has made him warm and relaxed, resting his chin in his hand and listening to the man tell his tales.

"Is that how you learned to dance, Captain? From books?"

A tease, shown in the pull of a grin on his lips.