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“Leroy! Leonard! Citrusman! Aye!”
“I really must insist that you call me Snicket,” Snicket leans through the porthole. He’s wearing an apron and a slight frown. He’d taken over galley duties after Widdershins’s previous cook had attempted to murder him.
“Lemory!” Fiona shrieks, just out of sight. Snicket picks her up.
“A valiant effort, Fiona. Much closer than your stepfather.”
“Your very good with children! Don’t know what I’d do without you, aye!”
Snicket looks like he’s about to cry. He swallows and whispers, “Thank you.”
“When will dinner be ready?”
“Soon, I’m just waiting until the oil’s hot enough.”