"Your priorities are inexplicable but appreciated," Merlin returns with a grin, visibly perking up at the sight of the petit fours even if Holland only puts two on each plate. Hopefully that's just part of the aesthetic and she's not planning to hold out on him. He slowly stops rowing, securing the oars and allowing the boat to drift lazily as he reaches for a plastic flute. After a pause he raises his glass, silently inviting her to toast.

"I'm here because I want to be. It's not a favor or anything," he returns, eyebrows quirking up, "Besides. When else was I going to get to wear this?" He tweaks the anchor necklace he's wearing to illustrate his point.