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[pirate_jack]

"--what do you mean calling yourself a tavern-keep without having any rum on hand, you pestiferous, feculent, maggot-ridden excuse for a --"

He's shouting back over his shoulder as he comes barreling through the door, but when he swings around and realizes where he is, Jack Sparrow breaks off there with a start.

"Well now. That's much more

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[creator_raven]

And is promptly hit in the midsection with a glass of rum.

Raven is good.

And possibly also laughing, yes?

It is a thing.

[creator_raven]

"Some things, perhaps."

Raven wrinkles her nose.

"Mostly they are for coming back."

Much as that hurts, on occasion.

[pirate_jack]

Jack makes a face.

"That doesn't sound like any fun at all."

[creator_raven]

She laughs, head tilted back.

"Sometimes it is boring, yes?"

It is entirely possible she pokes his leg with her boot.

"Sometimes it is also entertaining, so."

[pirate_jack]

He hooks a foot around her ankle and yanks.

"All manner of entertainment to be found, aye."

[creator_raven]

She manages not to fall.

Mostly because she cheats.

Then she reaches out and tugs on his hair.

"Food is also not so bad, yes?"

Have a cookie, Jack.

In fact, have three.

[pirate_jack]

He makes a spluttering sound, spitting crumbs all over the place.

"Mmmfph mmf MMMPH!"

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

And then, because she is a considerate bird, really--

She gives him more rum.

It goes well with cookies.