A bit tepid compared to the earlier ventures, perhaps. Thus concludes my first (and possibly only) attempt at writing romance.
(Well, ok, I've written SF and fantasy stories that had romantic elements, but those elements weren't the point of the exercise the way this was.)
I could have had the poor klutz eat ika sushi (raw squid on rice), but somehow the Mediterranean setting appealed to me more.
(And I think fewer people probably get sick eating sushi, actually -- Japanese restaurants tend to be pretty scrupulous about freshness and quality, knowing they're already a bit under the lens for serving raw seafood.)
Edit: and as for including "at sea," note that they've missed the cruise as a result of his silliness.