Well, they were all boats, as far as appearances went, so it was not factually incorrect, whatever Alfred said. And then Alfred went and said rather a lot all at once; no sooner than Evander had focused on one ship then he was talking about another one with a different tag. And - Christ, he’d already gone and clambered onto one faster than anyone could disapparate. Evander attempted to follow in his path, obviously lacking the grace and ease of it but grateful that his brother was already bounding onwards in the conversation, getting excited about something else. (Yet another boat, of course.)
“Do you know how to handle them?” He asked, squinting over at it to judge the fast new vessel - and already quite glad they were not on that one, for just about every reason Alfred had listed - and simultaneously digging out a pocket notebook and pencil. Perhaps not one of the items his brother had mentioned he would need for the outing, but Evander certainly felt better for having brought it, as he dutifully began scribbling down red tag for racing boat and the rest, sure that even if half the words out of Alfred’s mouth were nonsense like cutters and sloops, he couldn’t possibly speak faster than Evander could take notes. This would be fine.
“Do you know how to handle them?” He asked, squinting over at it to judge the fast new vessel - and already quite glad they were not on that one, for just about every reason Alfred had listed - and simultaneously digging out a pocket notebook and pencil. Perhaps not one of the items his brother had mentioned he would need for the outing, but Evander certainly felt better for having brought it, as he dutifully began scribbling down red tag for racing boat and the rest, sure that even if half the words out of Alfred’s mouth were nonsense like cutters and sloops, he couldn’t possibly speak faster than Evander could take notes. This would be fine.
