"Well..." Annie is persuaded by that nudge to allow herself a trace of wickedness to shine through. "Maybe there is."

Boathouses get involved.

The wickedness fades, however, as Amy keeps talking. In its place is almost confusion and the kind of wonder that is the gentler side of disbelief.

She's never heard anyone say such an idea. And to a woman from the districts, it's almost more strange than the ship they are in.

"He is?"