Color dusted along his face again. Eleven cleared his throat and focused on the water rather than... well, anyone's honor.

He veered closer to the bank and padded the water to pull the gondola to a gradual halt along the short pier. Eleven offered Lily a hand up, assured she made it out of the boat without swaying under the wine's influence, then once the boat was secured, followed after her.

"I think that's it," he said after a minute of walking and peering about. The building in question had its doors flung open, spilling light and a tempting aroma out into the streets. He swallowed as his mouth swiftly watered. "Goddess, I don't care how big they are; I'll eat one whole."