[ Stede stands with his hands on his hips, surveying the market in Port au Prince. It's a beautiful day. Perfect, really. It would be more perfect if it weren't for the company, but Ed had asked him to do this, specifically, trusted him with this, and if that means he has to be here with Mr. Hands, so be it. He'll make the best of this, despite his companion's sour attitude.
He looks back at Mr. Hands with a smile ]
Now, clearly that vendor was a bust. I really thought they ought to have a pineapple! I had no idea they were out of season. Do you think that Ed will take candied pineapple?
[Izzy rolls his eyes, hands on his hips, longing for anything- literally anything else- that he could be doing with his life right now that isn't hunting for a fucking fruit.
There's a joke to be made in there somewhere, but he leaves it. There is no fun whilst out with Stede Bonnet. Two blokes strolling around, supposedly on a mission. In reality it looks like a sugar high toddler being followed by an exhausted nanny dog.
He feels like an exhausted nanny dog. This isn't a mission, it's fucking punishment, and Edward is a genius because it plays to every part of Izzy's stupid fucking need to be what he is. To be the best. To be, above all else, loyal and prove it.]
I don't fucking know. At this point I think you could bring him a dog's bollocks and he would be happy.
[Much in the tone of Any second now the earth will swallow me whole and finally I will get sweet relief from living in a world where you exist.
It would be funny, though.
But- fine- He gives an exasperated gesture with his gloved hand.]
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He looks back at Mr. Hands with a smile ]
Now, clearly that vendor was a bust. I really thought they ought to have a pineapple! I had no idea they were out of season. Do you think that Ed will take candied pineapple?
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There's a joke to be made in there somewhere, but he leaves it. There is no fun whilst out with Stede Bonnet. Two blokes strolling around, supposedly on a mission. In reality it looks like a sugar high toddler being followed by an exhausted nanny dog.
He feels like an exhausted nanny dog. This isn't a mission, it's fucking punishment, and Edward is a genius because it plays to every part of Izzy's stupid fucking need to be what he is. To be the best. To be, above all else, loyal and prove it.]
I don't fucking know. At this point I think you could bring him a dog's bollocks and he would be happy.
[Much in the tone of Any second now the earth will swallow me whole and finally I will get sweet relief from living in a world where you exist.
It would be funny, though.
But- fine- He gives an exasperated gesture with his gloved hand.]
I guess... any citrus works. Buy that one.
[It's a papaya. Nailed it.]