Mid bite, Macario grumbled, "If you have time to whine you have time to work."

"And booze in rice is the worst..." Lina began, before trailing off. Lowering her head in thought, resting her palm against her face, she muttered, "But...if I cooked rice [i]in[/i] booze...no, that wouldn't work. Unless...it was [i]rice[/i] wine. No, it would probably burn away, so maybe I should just add some with the water?"

Slowing down, she stopped herself, before turning back to the klaubertamann. She wondered, "Feeling better?"

He said nothing. But he also didn't say 'it hurts', despite the occasional pounding of hammers, so Lina took that as a good sign. But despite all the shenanigans, the crew was just back to normal as always.

As she watched the spirit, it began to fade, leaning away and falling back into the ship. It muttered softly, [sub]"Be...careful..."[/sub]

Lina let out a sigh, certain that it was more worried about itself. But for now, at least, they had the blessings, if not simply the indifference, of their host...