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[redcinemareel]

SHUT. UP. I'm not jealous! So don't you dare make me out to be some weakhearted fool that hues green at the drop of a hat!

[She's so far up that river of Denial.]

It's only natural for my feathered husband to spend time with his freakishly tall brothers! They've not seen each other in years!

[But she still wants to be able to talk to Marco while he's a phoenix. Definitely jealous of that.]

Surely we'll have our merriment together. Whether Espio wants to or not.

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[thatched]

Don't worry, sweet lady. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time for merriment in all the ways that count.

[redcinemareel]

[Eyebrow raise.]

Those are a lot of ways. I'm not sure if you have the stamina!

[Or the mental capacity to handle her.]

[thatched]

haha well stamina is what Marco is for. I'm just there to lend a helping hand or two.

[redcinemareel]

Yes, phoenixes really do live up to such a reputation. This helping hand, however, depends on where its allegiance lies.

[thatched]

If you don't know that, I'm not sure if we should even have this conversation.

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[redcinemareel]

[Is that a rhetorical response? That seems like one.

Grell is seriously thinking this over, because there has to be a deeper meaning surely.]

[redcinemareel]

[And then she realizes that she's thinking too hard.]

I was just checking!

[thatched]

. . .

That's probably a smart idea.

Anyway, don't worry too much. Marco is used to sharing himself with 1599 brothers and one high maintenance captain. Four people isn't really going to pose a problem.

[redcinemareel]

[While the numbers are surprising yet reassuring, Grell still doesn't like those odds. But Thatch really does have a point, so she'll simply nod while crossing her arms.]

I suppose. [She knows Marco is not one to play favorites, at least.]

[thatched]

And you'll probably be the only one of us he sleeps with.

....

Probably.

[redcinemareel]

[She opens her mouth to retort 'there is no probably', but closes it. She sees what he did there.]

Touche, my tall friend. However, there is a difference between above and below the bed sheets~.

[thatched]

If you get really creative, a bed is not required. [besides the fact that he's half afraid the damn thing would break]

[redcinemareel]

[They're rather sturdy, believe it or not. Tried and tested, after all.]

Creativity is my specialty~! [Despite more of her creativity going into murdering people, but she can apply and adapt.]

[thatched]

[that well may be, but you're also not a seven foot wall of muscle.]

Then I suppose I have no choice but to leave him in your entirely capable hands. Here's looking for some eggs in the near future.

[redcinemareel]

[Have faith in the bed! HAVE FAITH!]

I don't believe you should keep such a lookout for that. The most you'll come across is a littler of kittens.

[thatched]

[well he has to have someone to test it out with first, admittedly]

Ho? Well that's some interesting parentage right there. As long as they have cute little birdie feet.

[redcinemareel]

[Then she'll have to sacrifice her self for dramatics science. Of course.]

Thatch, dear, I'm sure that's not how evolution works.

[thatched]

[he'll make sure the sacrifice is well worth her time]

Stranger things have happened when you sail the seas, sweet lady. Expect anything and you'll never be surprised.

[redcinemareel]

[He had better, or he'll never ever hear the end of it.]

These aren't the seas. [Stop trying to break Garden. It's been done.]

[thatched]

[well if he does too well, he'll never the end of it anyway.]

Mores the pity. Though maybe one day we'll find somewhere better to be.

[redcinemareel]

[Damned if he does, damned is he doesn't. That's the life.]

What could possibly be better than here?

[thatched]

My ship, my crew, and my sea.

[redcinemareel]

I've only been on the ship once, and I must admit, it was enjoyable! However, the last time I spent a large amount on a boat there were soulless automatons trying to eat people, and mostly succeeded if not for the boat sinking and killing more than half the passengers.

[Yeeeeeep. She's pretty wary of boats.]

[thatched]

That's why I want my own. Back there I belong. [as for him, as long as he has nakama and his Pops, it doesn't matter which sea he sails]

[redcinemareel]

[Okay, she wouldn't mind their own ship. That's different. They can make sure there aren't zombies aboard.]

Perhaps we can pitch in to get one made...or just steal one.

[thatched]

Ah, maybe, maybe.

[She doesn't really get it, but he doesn't really expect her to]

[redcinemareel]

What do you mean maybe?!

[thatched]

It's nothing. Just a stray thought. For now, though, I suppose we're stuck where we are.

[redcinemareel]

[She has a feeling it's not just 'nothing', so she stares at him, trying to read his SOUL]

Stray thoughts always hold a previous path.

[thatched]

Maybe certain paths are best if left well enough alone.

[redcinemareel]

That's not my style at all.

[thatched]

I guess that's why everyone has their own style.

[redcinemareel]

[She can tell he'll avoid further digging by her, so she sighs in frustration.]

Forget it. There's no way I'm going to tolerate Marco's anger by tearing you down limb by limb just to get the truth!

[Because that usually solves everything.]

[thatched]

Good for you.

[anyway the truth is none of her business]

However things work out they work out.

[after all, they don't have to get along. Just not fight. Openly]

[espio]

Don't drag me along. I don't want anything to do with your idea of "merriment."

[thatched]

Somehow that doesn't shock me.

[redcinemareel]

It isn't optional.