Got it.

[ Not like he really has anything that feels appropriate for sailing, but he's sure he can pull something together by tonight. He has a feeling that no matter what he shows up in, Chrissy will be happy to see him. That doesn't stop him from wanting to find a way to impress her-- though that seems difficult to do when she's arranging what will presumably be a private sail boat. ]

I'll eat just about anything. [ As though to prove his point, Eddie scrapes his fork across the now empty plate. Part of him is tempted to answer 'pizza', but something about that feels silly. ] As long as you don't make me eat snails.

[ He gives her a wink as he says it, leans back on his hands to look around the room. The temptation to spend the day with her runs hot through him, but it seems like far too much of a temptation. It was tough enough to resist in the shower, god knows he'll struggle if they're alone here in nothing but robes. ]

I guess I should get back to my room and get myself cleaned up. [ Eddie stands, finds his suit jacket and shirt and begins shuffling in the direction of the bathroom to retrieve the rest of his clothing. ] I... should I meet you tonight then?