"Me, neither." He tried and failed to suppress a smile. "Someone's actually teaching me how to use a sword," he admitted. "He might be happy to teach you too, if you ask. His name's Inigo."

He hadn't really thought about how dirty the train would be without set chores; he'd just flung himself into them wholeheartedly for something to do, going above and beyond what was asked of him so that he felt useful.

He nodded. "Yeah. Not everybody helps out, but enough people do." And Adam didn't mind picking up some slack now and then, even if he appreciated people who did what they were supposed to.