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[intelligently]

text.

Considering we're actually in a nice place we should make the most of it. I'm shopping. Since I don't have my best friend it'd be nice to have someone else to shop with.

[ She means it nicer than it sounds, it's just a Lydia thing. Shopping is definitely more fun with others ]

Anyone can come. I'll text you the shop.

[ And she actually means anyone. She won't deprive someone of shopping, she'll just deal with the 'no killing' if she has to ]

action.

[ And now that she's sent the invitation out Lydia gets back to the task at hand: black boots or brown boots?

She'd been looking at the clothes a few moments before, and judging by the handful of coat hangers she's carrying it has been going well. Obviously. But now she just needs shoes to go with it ]

Comments

[tentacruelest]

[Here, Lydia, have a disbelieving snort of disapproval]

You make port at last, cooped up in the belly of a prison barge, and the only thing you can think of to do is buy things.

Shallow empty-headed idiots, these wardens. I've yet to see different.

[intelligently]

So you don't want something bringing back? A new pirate hat? [ Nope she's running with this ]

And, for the record, I didn't come here with anything. There are a few things I need. A few things that everyone needs.

[tentacruelest]

Unless you can go into a shop and purchase my freedom for me? No. This port offers nothing of value to me.

And what, dare I ask, does everyone need?

[intelligently]

So there's nothing you had before that you'd want here?

Fresh clothes, for a start. Something to read, or do. There might be things on the barge but maybe not everything we need.

[tentacruelest]

Nothing within your power to give.

No.

[intelligently]

So what do you want?

[tentacruelest]

My freedom; my heart; my ship. All of which are more or less the same thing.

[intelligently]

Why not come off the barge? It isn't exactly entire freedom, but it's freedom until we have to go back. It's not much, it could be worse, but it's an out.

[tentacruelest]

I cannot step off the barge, wench. I am cursed.

[intelligently]

Have you tried? It might not work here. [ You never know until you try? Even if it, sadly, may still be in effect which is worse than not knowing, really ]

[tentacruelest]

I do not need to try to know it won't work.

[intelligently]

So you're just going to lack faith and depress yourself when you could change something? Or have a chance? [ Because yay chances, this is what this place is about ]

[tentacruelest]

Stow your abysmal attempts at encouragement and tell your lies to someone who has not lived to see every disappointment a life can bring.

[permutates]

Shopping isn't just about the things you buy.

[tentacruelest]

I should think it's entirely about that.

[permutates]

You can go shopping and not buy anything and still have fun.

[ how does that fit your hypothesis, sir ]

[tentacruelest]

I do not find anything on land worth enjoying. Prescribe your diatribe to someone who can properly walk on dirt.

[permutates]

You find something interesting about it, or you wouldn't have said anything.

[tentacruelest]

[Pause. Then actual video evidence of Davy mentally fumbling for an answer. Finally he stops, and gives a triumphant smirk]

I find the girl's empty-headedness a source of amusement. Yes.

[permutates]

What if a shop was on water?

[tentacruelest]

...A technicality.

[permutates]

A technicality that I'm asking about.

[tentacruelest]

Why are you asking about this? I do not spend my days shopping, and I would not do so even if there were a hundred so-called water shops!

[permutates]

Even if they sold, I don't know - different types of rope, or sails, or engines you've never seen before?

[tentacruelest]

The Dutchman wants for nothing.