Percy grumps, "Why didn't you allow me to to with the others?" But he doesn't turn down the wine she offers.

Paris smiled at him, pouring them both a glass of wine * and set up the backgammon board. "Because you've been cornering yourself in your room, drinking yourself into oblivion and being a poor host--you're the owner of the ship, and you would choose to represent yourself and your title--and, I might add, Percy, your world--as a bunch of boozers."

"No skin off my nose what people think." Percy mutters under his breath.

Paris merely gave Percy a gentle, matronly smile.

She handed him the dice. "I'm the ship's steward--and it reflects on all of us--I do like you, Milord, but I think we need to change your behavior." She took a sip of her wine and smiled kindly. "I think you'd rather talk to me than Lady Sharda."

"I'd rather find a party somewhere and have some fun." he grumps, "But I suppose a bottle of this wine and strip backgammon with you will have to do."

"Well, I'm glad that you at least attempted a small show of appreciation," Paris acknowledged. "And you're welcome to play strip backgammon to your hearts content, my contract doesn't encourage me to do so with the passengers or crew."

"That's no fun!" Lord Percy complains, but it is with a good natured tone.

The pair of you play your games until it is time to hit the hay...

After Percy goes down in his typically alcholic haze, Paris, who had merely sipped occasionally on the same drink throughout the day, yawned and stretched, then proceeded back down to the crew areas.

She continued with the final load of pax laundry--including Lord Percy's unmentionables, adding more starch than what was particularly needed--and then checked her breads and other crew consumables.

Fresh rolls for morning, always a good thing...she meandered back to the cabin she split with Sasha, pulled on a robe and reentered the common area, curling up on the sprawling lounge seat with an old-fashioned hardback novel, and waited for the adventurous ones to return...

...then placed a call out, after checking boat rentals, looking for a deep-sea fishing junket for the following day, something to properly amuse Lord Percy. Bart, she was sure, would want to beat something to death with a large blunt object, and fishing seemed to be just the ticket in this case.