The smile Theon sends his way has a genuine, pleased bend to it. "Glad you like it," he says. "Wasn't as difficult to get fixed up as I thought it might be."

He'd had help, of course, and he grins down at the water, only barely recomposing himself as he reaches for a beer to offer to Neil. "The ocean's different here," he says. "I mean, it seems less like it'll try to kill you given the chance."

Nudging the beer against Neil's arm, it almost catches him by surprise, the realization of his good mood.