"Flying carpets?" Sunday responded, her expression changing as confusion replaced excitement. Her grip loosened as she caught onto his tone. She looked him up and down - well, as much as she could in the dark - he didn't seem too enthused about the fact that they were going on a boat. "But boats and the water is so much better," she pointed out, wondering why he preferred flying carpets. "Plus you can fall off flying carpets, can't you? You fall out of a boat, you just land in water!" Her face brightened as if this were something to be releived about.