New staff. Listen up.

Oh, wow. That's my foot. Not the floor. Sorry. Don't know how they're cramming all of us in here.

The ship is what? A cajillion square feet? Yeah, I heard Captain likes to make announcements to his crew on his own turf.

He seems strict. Like, he'd fire me for not tying my ascot properly.

But he also hires only the best.

That's correct, Harrison.

We have only hired the best, including our celebrity chef, Gabriel Lamont, and yourself, unless you keep talking.

Busted.

Ooh, uh, hey, um, question for you.

How red are my cheeks?

I'm a cereal blushing.

You're at almost ripe tomato, maybe.

But it's fine.

I'm Faye, by the way.

Second stewardess.

Harrison, deckhand.

Or you can just call me Joey Tomato.

No one can even notice.

Anyway, it's better than my paler than pale cheeks.

Wearing these whites, I look like a corpse bride.

Okay, first of all, a corpse would be jealous to look like you.

Wow, you really know how to give a girl a compliment.

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