Alfred grinned widely. "Well, it might be a bit of a stretch to say he let me," he admitted, leaning forward to sip the foam off the top of his newly delivered beer so that it didn't spill over onto the table. "But yes, she's been sailing. And Evander has, too, believe it or not," he continued. "This afternoon. That's where I was right before this, actually. I offered to teach him to sail when he started courting Miss Delaney, on account of her family owning a shipping company, but I suppose he only decided he was serious enough about her after they'd gotten engaged," he joked. "It takes quite a bit of commitment to get Evander out onto the ocean. Although both times were just at the Sanditon — hardly 'the high seas,' but a good enough start," he grinned.

The Sanditon was the Respectable version of sailing, Alfred though idly. Which, actually, gave him something of an idea. Brannon Fisk was not at all interested in letting Zelda marry a sailor, but perhaps he could be convinced if Alfred could dress it up a bit more respectably...