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[try_corsets]

Having Gibbs on board has been good for Elizabeth. She trusts him as much as she can trust any pirate; seeing his familiar face as they set sail, and as she proudly showed him the Empress, very nearly made her cheerful

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Millitimed to sometime after his next EP

[evil_koala_626]

She gets a wolf whistle from the blue creature sitting a few tables away. True he's not aware of all the connotations a wolf whistle has and he's not attracted to human females but it generally garners an amusing reaction.

Re: Millitimed to sometime after his next EP

[try_corsets]

To her knowledge, Elizabeth has never had someone whistle at her. Other sorts of insinuations, yes, but never an outright whistle. Narrowing her eyes, she locates the source of the whistle and... blinks.

"I half expected to see Cotton's parrot."

What is that.

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[evil_koala_626]

"Yakapitbine iddibidibah!"

That? Would be a highly entertianed experiment. It casually rests an elbow on the top of its own table and gives her a once over. Followed by a very broad and toothy grin.

"heh-Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Grin.

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[try_corsets]

Huh.

It's oddly cute, in a strange, very blue sort of way.

Elizabeth's brow wrinkles in a frown, and she straightens out of habit rather than concern.

"Hello." That grin is unnerving. "My, how very many teeth you have."

Perhaps that would serve as a compliment wherever the creature is from.

[evil_koala_626]

Apparently it does, given that Stitch bares his teeth farther and snickers. He slips of his own seat hand patters over to table, removing taking a chair opposite her own. He gives her another cheerful grin and begins curiously eyeing the contents of her plate.

[try_corsets]

Elizabeth watches all of this closely, looking for signs of spontaneous aggression. Or spontaneous unwanted affection, for that matter.

"Er," she mumbles. Then, clearing her throat, "Would you like a piece of fruit?"

She pushes the plate forward with her index finger.

"Or perhaps a bone?"

[evil_koala_626]

She's too kind! Stitch beams in gratitude as the plate is seized and tilted towards his gaping maw. Half the fruit dissapears before social nicities catch up with him. Blink. Um.

The plate in carefully lowered back to the table and, mimicing her own gesture is inched back towards Elizabeth by a blue claw. He then sits back, ears drawn back, a sheepish expression on his face.

[try_corsets]

Watching this with her mouth hanging open, Elizabeth is regrettably reminded of the kraken.

That is until he sits back and looks sheepish. Her expression softens, and she waves a hand at the plate.

"You can have the rest." Another blink. "Who are you?"

It's Milliways. It probably talks.

[evil_koala_626]

Her offer is met with an amiable shrug. Several peices of fruit are speared by another claw and hastily devoured.

"My name Stitch." And after a moment's thought, he nods towards her questioningly.

[try_corsets]

"Captain Elizabeth Turner," she answers, resisting the temptation to parrot 'my name' at the beginning. "Pirate King."

That was just for effect.

"I've never seen... anything like you. And I've seen quite a lot."

[evil_koala_626]

The desired effect has been achieved. Stitch usually dislikes authority figures on principle ("dislike" being a rather large understatement). But pirates? Stitch has always had a weakness for pirates.

"Oooooooh!" His already large eyes go wide in excited curiosity. Her unspoken question about his origins results in a slight tenseness. But like another pirate of his aquaintance, Elizabeth smells of sea water and salt laiden air. Another terran vessle. Nothing to be overly concerned about.

"Stitch is from Kaua'i. Hawai'i," he specifies. It's been awhile since he gave his customary introduction. It tends to slip his mind that not everyone knows where Hawaii is.

[try_corsets]

Being a pirate seems to meet with his approval. Surprisingly pleased at that, she peers at his large, dark eyes; studies his long ears.

"I'm not familiar with it," Elizabeth admits. "I'm from the Caribbean. Formerly Port Royal, lately of the Empress. Do you like ships?"

[evil_koala_626]

"Fast ships." he nods. Fast ships that are easy to hotwire. Probably not the kind she's thinking of. As to her apparent location on the map... it sounds awfully familiar. He only has the vaugest of ideas as to where it is but... A pirate of the Caribbean...why does that sound famili-

"Jack Sparrow's Caribbean?"

[try_corsets]

Rather a fan of fast ships herself, Elizabeth nods. Yes, fast ships are useful, and if things go according to plan she'll...

"Jack Sparrow!" she exclaims. "It is not Jack Sparrow's Caribbean.

"It's just the Caribbean," is added haughtily. "But he has been known to sail its waters."

[evil_koala_626]

Stitch fears neither man nor beast. He's lived with the Pelekai sister's for a year though. That's more than enough time to realize that even if you enjoy looking for trouble, you steer clear of agitated females!

"Okay!" Hands are raised palms up. "Emba-chua!"

The sword and pistol are of no concern to him. She's not packing a broom is she?

[try_corsets]

"Emba-?"

Taken aback, Elizabeth eyes him warily.

"I simply wished to clarify the matter," says Elizabeth, who will in no way admit to being rubbed the wrong way by that. "You know Jack." Everyone knows Jack. It's a little annoying. She's still waiting for the first person to confront her about what she did to him. "Have you seen him recently?"