<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>"Count me in for that toast then. No offence, but you seem like you really want it." Lucas cocked his head curiously at her voice and look. As she pushed the jerky on him, he dipped his head, lips dragging over her fingertips as he took the treat. "Thanks Cap'n. For saving me from those gross peanuts for a start." During the couple of seconds she'd paused, a shift of his weight moved him a little closer to her, drawn in by the moments of tension, testing the edge of her personal space.<br/><br/>When she finally replied, Lucas rocked back onto his heels, nodding with a mock-salute. "Yeah, that was my thought. I know we aren't counting points or anything but, I'd really like be well enough to pull my weight, you know?" He tried to quell a rumble in his throat as she brushed past. "I believe in you, Arlene. It's the fish I'll blame." He winks, waiting a few moments to put some space between them and re-center his thoughts.<br/><br/>Spending a few minutes tidying the things they'd found, Lucas came back on deck with a quiet wave, going up to the seating deck and laying out the sleeping bag on a bench. He checked and turned inside out most of the drying clothes and such before settling on the sleeping bag and stretching out to doze in sun.