Between Gil and Wayne, the ship staff is going to be working overtime to keep up with their raids of the buffet. Add in some of Wayne's other friends and they might as well just give up entirely.

"Mmh, sure." He trusts Gil to keep his word when it comes to the notebook being kept secret, at least because they're in agreement that the lack of documentation is a fucking travesty. He packs up the rest of his lunch to take with them, figuring he could stash it in the cabin's miniature fridge while they went over his notes.

"Oh, you got one of those phones right?" he asks as he once more takes the lead to the elevators that would lead to the decks where their cabins are. "You'll be able to get ahold of me if you wanna do since you have my name and stuff."