Where'd you get the name, Eire from? What's it mean? And poo! I'm not on that list. You were on mine! You're my comical drunk pirate with a mysterious past.
[Snorts and giggles.]
I'm not on the list because I'm your wench! In a good way. I'm a good wench.
[Cringes when she mispronounces it very close to 'ear'] It's 'Eire.' [He rolls it off his tongue fluidly, making it sound like 'air' but with a slightly rolled 'r' and just barely pronouncing the last 'e'. He knows she won't be able to say it, but-- hope springs eternal, in his case quite literally.]It's what Ireland used to be called, a long time ago, in Gaelic. I-I don't know if you knew, but I'm Irish. It was, kinda the only thing I could think of. It seemed fitting.
If you could choose, which spot would you want to be? And yeah, I saw that. I liked that I was on your list. [Glances away and then down, his version of a blush.]
You're my--? [Purses his lips, trying not to laugh at that.] Uh... [Decides to go with it.] Alright. You can be my wench. As long as I get to be the dashing hero when you need rescuing.
[Scrunches up her nose at the correction. Cos, hey! She swore she said it just like that!] That's what I said. [Was going to roll her eyes, but the way he said it had her skin covered in good goosebumps. More so when he explains it's definition. Ireland? Why did he... oh! She did not know that.] What's Gaelic? [She pronounced it Guh-lick. She tried and that's what counts.] I didn't know you were Irish. [Have a very long, long examining stare, Angel.] Where's your red hair and freckles? [Horrible stereotype.]
Ooo! Hmm, other than wench? The first mate! Side by side as pirates, arg matey! [She giggles at the way he looked down. She dubbed that his version of a blush. He looked shy and innocent to her when he did it. Immediately she wrapped her arms around his waist, just holding him.] You're my drunk comical pirate with a mysterious past. I love it and yes! Your wench that you have to save the day for. Scooping up in one of your arms, while the other holds your sword and you're forced to swashbuckle!
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[Snorts and giggles.]
I'm not on the list because I'm your wench! In a good way. I'm a good wench.
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If you could choose, which spot would you want to be? And yeah, I saw that. I liked that I was on your list. [Glances away and then down, his version of a blush.]
You're my--? [Purses his lips, trying not to laugh at that.] Uh... [Decides to go with it.] Alright. You can be my wench. As long as I get to be the dashing hero when you need rescuing.
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Ooo! Hmm, other than wench? The first mate! Side by side as pirates, arg matey! [She giggles at the way he looked down. She dubbed that his version of a blush. He looked shy and innocent to her when he did it. Immediately she wrapped her arms around his waist, just holding him.] You're my drunk comical pirate with a mysterious past. I love it and yes! Your wench that you have to save the day for. Scooping up in one of your arms, while the other holds your sword and you're forced to swashbuckle!
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