Shaw snapped. “Eat your own fucking dinner!”“I like yours better,” Zev said.“It’s the same fucking thing,” Shaw said.“Yours seems a little more kosher,” Zev said.“I’ve seen you eat lobster,” Shaw said, slapping his hand away. “I saw you eat lobster two nights ago.”“Mmm,” Zev said. “That wasn’t me. That was someone else.”They were bickering like kids, and the captain and his officers had no idea what to make of them. Neither did Lee, who was eating everything put in front of him quietly and politely.“We can do kosher,” the captain said. He looked at the XO. “Can’t we?”The XO shrugged her shoulders. “It’s never come up, sir.”Shaw had an idea the captain would be very glad to see the back of the lot of them.“Movie night tonight,” the captain said. “If you’re interested.”“What’s on?” Zev asked.“You Don’t Mess With the Zohan,” Shaw suggested.Someone farther down the table almost choked.Shaw glanced across at Lee and saw that he was smiling.
