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[argyle_princess]

Hannah, over by the fireplace, with a loop of string stretched between her fingers. She just wanted to see if she could still remember how make string figures. She's stuck on Jacob's ladder, and fast losing patience with the whole thing.

Distraction, in the form of company, would be lovely.

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[politestpirate]

If there was any sort of protocol during his own time for this sort of thing- Wellard was in the navy and never got around to having to deal with it. And here at Milliways things are Clearly Different- which he rather likes, but that does not mean he knows what is considered proper for this, even still.

So. Hopefully just walking over is alright? With two (normal, non-soy!) vanilla capuchinos?

"... Good evening, Hannah."

[politestpirate]

"Ah- well, the brig isn't really a jail, its just a few cells on board ship... we sort of just levered the door off."

There might have been hand motions to illustrate this, but there are not, and for two reasons. One, Hannah is good at distractions. Two, she has one of his hands, and Wellard is in really no rush to move it away.

[argyle_princess]

"And did you ever find out why the captain didn't want you to get it?"

Hannah, in no rush to let him move his hand away, traces the lifeline across his palm.

She's very good at distractions.

[politestpirate]

Hannah is very good at distractions- no doubt at all about that.

But as it was stated moments before, Wellard quite enjoys challenges.

It is an easy enough manuver, to wrap his hand around Hannah's, and bring it closer to brush a kiss across the back of her knuckles.

"There were some items of value in the chest, though everything in it has been interesting to go over, to say the least."

[argyle_princess]

"Oh?" she says, eyes steadily on his, and now perfectly happy not to move her hand away. "And other than a puzzle box with a mysterious key, what have you found that's been interesting to go over?"

Not that the key is all that interesting at this particular moment, of course. It's fallen in the floor at some point in all this.

[politestpirate]

... And right now he can hardly think of what else was in that chest, since the most interesting thing Wellard can think of is right in front of him.

"Ah. Some small statues, a couple rings, a tapestry..."

[argyle_princess]

Well, it would have to be a very impressive tapestry indeed to be more interesting that what's right in front of him now.

"Worth setting out on a life of crime on, then?" she asks, passing her thumb across the ends of his fingers.

[politestpirate]

Hannah easily beats out a tapestry of a martyred saint shot full of arrows.

...

Among other things.

"Ah- more of a life of adventuring, as it were. Its the getting there, rather than... what you get."

[argyle_princess]

"Getting there is half the fun?" she asks, rhetorically.

"Of course, the what-you-get can be pretty important, too."

Hannah is really not talking about a tapestry or a chest here.

[politestpirate]

They have rather long since moved past tapestries and chests.

Wellard smiles faintly.

"I suppose the getting there, with all the time before hand, makes such things all the more valuable."

[argyle_princess]

"The time, and the effort. You value things more if you have to earn them don't you?"

She shifts her hand enough to lace her fingers in between his.

[politestpirate]

"Anything valuable is worth the time and effort it takes to get it. Even if it took me a while to figure that out." He smiles a bit wryly.

[argyle_princess]

"Of course it did," she says. "That's where the time comes in. In the figuring out."

Obviously.

"And then in the figuring out how to keep what you get. Especially since locking it in a brig apparently doesn't work."

[politestpirate]

"Ah- locking things in a brig isn't the best solution to everything, I'd think. Only applicable to treasures that come in boxes and chests, really." He laughs quietly.

[argyle_princess]

"Especially given that people who enjoy challenges don't seem deterred by something like that at all."

She finally and very slowly pulls her hand free of his.

"We dropped your key, Henry."

[politestpirate]

...-oh that key. Wellard blinks, then chuckles quietly, red creeping over his cheeks again.

"Ah, given the trouble someone went to, to get it in that box, it wouldn't do to lose it, really."