For ages Mabel begged you to come for a ride on the boat with her as she says it will be ‘peaceful and romantic’ but your stomach had other plans.

While you lean over the railing, emptying your breakfast into the sea, Mabel awkwardly held your hair, while the rest of the crew pretended to busy themselves elsewhere. At least the weather is nice.

“Let it all out… why didn’t you tell me about your sea sickness?” she asks, playing dumb as you grumble, acting as you haven’t told her before.