When he bought the boat, on a whim one must admit, Aindreis had done some basic research. Truly he needed out of that flat or he would simply lose his mind. Or well, more I guess. He'd read some nightmare experiences from previous owners of narrow boats and they'd haunted him while he was packing up his things. He was touching some wood but so far though, he absolutely loved it. Sure it was small, but the simple fact that he lived on a boat made it so much cooler. Today, he'd invited Rory to come around for a cup of something warm. He loved to open the front of the boat and sit there but the weather wasn't in agreement with such a plan so they were sitting inside. He handed her a mug. "Careful, it's pretty hot," he said as he sat down at the counter, hands around his own mug. "So tell me, what's new? How are you?"