He chuckles at her joking and lifts his hands in a playful apology. "Fair point, fair point." Resting his arms on the table again, he leans closer and nods. "I've spent my fair share of time on ships too, but they stayed on the ocean. My longest time in a ship was when I joined a crew venturing to the Arctic, the most Northerly continent, but I fared the best of everyone. The cold and ice suited me. It was crossing the hot, still Mediterranean that I really felt the cabin fever."

"I buy limes for the house as a matter of course, these days. I think I'll stick to that before I get my vitamin C some other way." He grins. "It's sour, but better than scurvy."

"That sounds good. Thank you." From their brief conversation about it already, it's clear that disease and illness are a big part of both their lives, and one he knows less about than he'd like. Learning the reason behind what he does know wouldn't be a bad thing either. "Mutating?" He tilts his head as he tries to imagine what that looks like. "Where do they do that?"