“Fantastic,” Kevan murmured, resting his arms on the railing of the paddlewheeler as it pulled away from the dock. “I bet it’s even more spectacular when we come back, with all the lights of the city glowing against the night sky.”
“It’s pretty awesome,” Craig agreed. “Like a fairyland.”
“Shall we explore?”
“I think that’s a duh statement.”
They made their way past the people waiting to be seated in one of the three dining rooms and took the stairs down to the lower deck. There was a bar in one of the rooms, with a jazz band set up on a dais at the far end. Couples and groups were seated at many of the tables, their chatter competing with the music.
“Do we want a table, or should we sit at the bar,” Kevan asked.
“The bar’s fine with me,” Craig replied, heading toward it. They found s
