The Preserve, Sunday Afternoon

[doesnotkneel]

Thorin and Anders both had their own ways of dealing with a hangover. Edward? Edward had his... Which was to say that at some point last night, he'd gotten it into his head he wanted to climb a tree. And he had. Quite deftly, in fact. Edward Kenway knew how to hold his drink, thank you very much, even if he hadn't been able to walk in anything even

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[hexentotchen]

Hanna was doing her usual run when she heard chittering. And looked up.

"Edward?"

[doesnotkneel]

Edward wiggled his fingers at the squirrel. Then he waved at it. It staunchly refused to leave.

With a sigh, he leaned sideways slightly, squinting. "...Who wants to know?"

So yes. It was Edward.

[hexentotchen]

Hanna started snickering. "Hanna. Is there a reason you are in a tree?" Aside from, maybe the squirrel invited him up there?

[doesnotkneel]

"It looked comfortable!" Edward called down.

Well, it was true. At the time he'd gotten into the tree, at any rate.