Hate it, he should say. But he just can't quite bring himself to.
Izzy looks down at his cup. The scent is so fragrant and whimsical, how could he hate it?
He supposes the opinions on Bonnet are largely acceptable, though not entirely soothing. What he is certain of is, if there is something nefarious afoot, not!mate Spriggs is none the wiser. It would take a coward to send poison in this manner.
He doesn't hold Stede above that, but it would be extremely cruel.
"No," almost distracted. Izzy rests the cup on his gloved palm and rotates it to the right and back. There's almost no dregs in the bottom. It's an extremely clean pour.
"I prefer it black."
He lifts it to smell, breathing in with some small pleasure but searching for the earthy almond and floral vanilla of arsenic.
"How did Bonnet know this is my drink?"
It seems a level of keen attention to detail he wouldn't attribute to the Pirate Bluebell.
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Izzy looks down at his cup. The scent is so fragrant and whimsical, how could he hate it?
He supposes the opinions on Bonnet are largely acceptable, though not entirely soothing. What he is certain of is, if there is something nefarious afoot, not!mate Spriggs is none the wiser. It would take a coward to send poison in this manner.
He doesn't hold Stede above that, but it would be extremely cruel.
"No," almost distracted. Izzy rests the cup on his gloved palm and rotates it to the right and back. There's almost no dregs in the bottom. It's an extremely clean pour.
"I prefer it black."
He lifts it to smell, breathing in with some small pleasure but searching for the earthy almond and floral vanilla of arsenic.
"How did Bonnet know this is my drink?"
It seems a level of keen attention to detail he wouldn't attribute to the Pirate Bluebell.