“So… you’ve babysat before?” Shanks says, leaning forward in his chair. You two were in a café with papers and cups of coffee spread across the table before you. “My darling Uta needs the best of the best, she’s such a talented little girl…” Shanks sighed with a smile.

“I travel a lot for work, sailing and stuff… so you need to be able to stay the night.” He said, picking up one of the papers. “Is that alright by you?”