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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 ]

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[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.

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[fencing]

You sound like you're going to be carrying around a lot of things.

[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.

[intelligently]

It's definitely possible.

[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?

[permutates]

I'll come. You're right, it's better with someone else.

[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.

[permutates]

Your hat looks a little ragged.

[tentacruelest]

Never mind about my hat, girl. It does its purpose well enough, which is more than I can say for the majority of this ship and crew.

[permutates]

But don't you want one that makes you look more dashing?

That shows off the tentacles.

[tentacruelest]

[Apparently, this comment is not even worth a dignified answer. Instead, Jones gives a disbelieving, angry snort]

[permutates]

What? You don't believe anyone would like them?

[tentacruelest]

If you continue to mock me, I'll find it very difficult to stow my rage come a meeting face-to-face.

[permutates]

[ In response, she lets her transformation go: her skin flickers to blue, and her hair grows short and dull red. ]

I wasn't mocking you.

This is how I look, when I'm not trying to look like something else.