"What's going on with you, Wally?" Cookie threw out the question as breakfast was being served. The older man wore a smile, but it was a challenge, nonetheless.
"Who, me?" he volleyed back.
The Purser shook his head, but retained his amused expression. "Yes, you. See anyone else this morning with a shit-eating grin?"
"Just glad the storm is over, I guess."
Cookie made a face and sound somewhere between a snort and a raspberry. "Storm," he scoffed, "that wasn't much of a storm, Wally. More li