Sarah giggled as Cooper attempted to do the Boy Scout salute, promising her ice cream.  “Grease monkeying might turn out interesting.” She sniggered, especially since she had already told him she liked the smell of motor oil and grease.  The strange smile that followed his salute had her wondering what he was thinking about.  He looked so serene, but thoughtful at the same time.<br/><br/>Deciding he was probably thinking about a navy carrier, or a FPSO, or something along those lines, she turned her attention back to lunch.  Finishing off the last morsel with a contented sigh, she sat back and sipped on her water.<br/>