Poppy (to Vincent): Good morning, honey. You were up awfully early. Were you finally able to get through to Belinda?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. Good morning, lover. There's coffee still warm in the pot. I was able to reach Belinda early.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, aren't you an angel, honey... I spoke to Percy about keeping an eye on Jacob. I'm a little concerned that he might try and go with us.
Vincent (to Poppy): You clever little minx! I worried he might try the same. He's been writing romance novels too long, methinks. I was going to try to talk some sense into him when we... Oh. Good heavens. The hypocrisy of that statement just hit me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, that's why I thought it best to leave him to Percy, honey. I figured anything you or I said to him wouldn't help matters and simply make him more resolute to do something dumb.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh heh. God knows I'm not exactly the poster boy for good decisions.
Poppy (to Vincent): That may be true, honey, but we already saved Jacob from a terrible death once, I'd hate to know that it was in vain & it might be if we let him go to Rangoon.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, I wouldn't let him go to Rangoon. I'd hogtie him and throw him in a closet if I had to.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I'd pay to see that, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, depending on how things go when we pick up Miranda, you might not have to pay for it. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... When do we leave, honey? I'll want to give Percy the heads up.
Vincent (to Poppy): I told Miranda she'd hear from me this morning if we didn't contact her last night. Let me give the Professor a call. (to Ripper) Good morning, Professor. Are you reading me?
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey. I'm going to make some food. I'm a little peckish.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh… Hey there, Captain.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hey! Would I be able to stop by this morning and speak to Miranda? I was able to speak to my contact in Rangoon.
Ripper (to Vincent): Of course, I actually stepped out for an appointment. But, I'll be back in an hour or so... unless, you need me.
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, did you want to say goodbye to Miranda if she decides to leave today?
Ripper (to Vincent): It's probably better that I don't.
Vincent (to Ripper): Oh. Well, OK. Are you alright, Jacob?
Ripper (to Vincent): Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, yesterday you were talking about uprooting your life and moving to a war zone. Are you sure everything is alright?
Ripper (to Vincent): I'm fine... Really. I need to go. Victoria's ready to see me now.
Vincent (to Ripper): Ah. Of course. Send her my regards, Professor. We'll see you later. (to Poppy) Mmmm. I think you'd better ask Percy to keep an eye on the Professor sooner rather than later, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, that doesn't sound good, honey. I'll contact him right now. (to Percy) Honey, it's time. Get to the palace & find the Professor.
Percy (to Poppy): Will do, honey.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, it looks Percy is on it, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Thank goodness. I hope he doesn't do something stupid. Shall we go talk to Miranda?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, let's.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Miranda): Hello? Captain O'Malley? Are you up and about?
Miranda (to Vincent): Been up for hours, me boyo. I'm used to being awake at dawn.
Vincent (to Miranda): Ah. Well, that... sounds dreadful. Heh. I spoke to our contact in Rangoon. She'd be happy to have you. If you're still interested, that is. The situation there has degenerated somewhat since Poppy and I were last there.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, I've been in pretty nasty areas, me lad... And, honestly, I still haven't come up with a better place to be. So unless there's another option, this may still be my best choice.
Vincent (to Miranda): I'm afraid I don't have any options for now, hun. But I've got a few feelers out. Unfortunately, most of the folks I know aren't too keen on crossing your mother.
Miranda (to Vincent): I know, what you mean. I was thinking of contacting Birdie, but I don't think it would fair of me to get him involved with everything.
Vincent (to Miranda): I certainly don't feel faboo about dropping you into a warzone. I wish I had a better alternative for you, Miranda. I don't.
Miranda (to Vincent): It's not your fault, Vincent me lad. I knew when I left that it wasn't going to be pretty.
Vincent (to Miranda): I know, hun. Do you still want to head out? I don't know that Jacob will be back to say goodbye, I'm afraid.
Miranda (to Vincent): Yes... It's probably better this way, I don't want him to get all weepy.
Vincent (to Miranda): The PROFESSOR? Hee hee. Jacob may be a lot of things, hun, but a blubbering fool isn't one of them. Let's go.
Miranda (to Vincent): Heh... After the way he was acting last night, I'd beg to differ. Lead the way.
Vincent (to Miranda): Really?! Was he being especially pouty after I left?
Miranda (to Vincent): Yes... He kept trying to convince me that he could be useful & that he wouldn't be in the way. I told him emphatically no.
Vincent (to Miranda): Huh. I don't suppose he's used to people saying no to him. He'd better not be up to something.
A few minutes later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, lover. Are we all set?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, of course, honey. We're all prepped and ready to go. (to Miranda) Hello again, Captain.
Vincent (to Poppy): As if I should have had a doubt.
Miranda (to Poppy): Ms. Meriwether... How are you feeling today?
Poppy (to Miranda): A bit like a whale but, I've grown used to it.
Vincent (to Poppy & Miranda): A whale, she says... I think you look more like a sexy little porpoise, hun… YIKES! Eek! Don't throw that! You'll put my eye out
Poppy (to Vincent): Well then stand still, so I don't miss. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no! Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, I get a pair of brass knuckles to the forehead.
Poppy (to Vincent): I would never do that, honey... Your face is our meal ticket. :-P
Miranda (to Vincent & Poppy): Ummm... I hate to interrupt, but are we going to get underway, anytime soon or should I go? :-)
Vincent (to Miranda): Oh. Ahem. Hee hee. Sorry, hun. Alright, we're going. (to Poppy) Before we head out, hun, could I ask you something?
Poppy (to Vincent): Sure, of course, honey. Can you ask me, while I'm plugging in the coordinates? I got the numbers in my head & I don't want to have to figure them out again.
Vincent (to Poppy): Um. I think I should wait until you're done.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh okay. Give me just a second, honey... Alright... done. You have my full attention, honey. What is it?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, um, well, lover. I was wondering, if it was something you wanted to do, that is, I mean, Miranda IS still a captain... Right. OK. Um... What I'm trying to ask, hun, is that would you like to marry me here, in Britannia, before Victor is born?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... OH... Um... Wow... I wasn't expecting that to be the question... Heehee... you really caught me off-guard... I would love to marry you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Really? Really REALLY? Oh thank God! You scared the hell out of me when you didn't answer at first.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, sorry about that, honey... As if there was any doubt.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, Bernard said you were just as likely to shoot me.
Poppy (to Vincent): He would say something like that, the big lump.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I know it's short notice, and I know it's probably not what you hoped for, lover... But, we've got Miranda at our disposal... What do you say we stop at the Inn and make it official? Heh. Molly may have said she'll skin me alive if I don't let her attend the wedding.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my, yes...
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Good. If you wouldn't mind plotting out a detour, I'll go bully a favor out of Miranda.
Poppy (to Vincent): Aye aye, Captain.
Vincent (to Miranda): Hey, hun. How are you settling in?
Miranda (to Vincent): Just fine, Potter. Is this bunk okay for me to use?
Vincent (to Miranda): You can call me Vincent, you know. And, yes, the top bunk is fine. If you'd tried to take the bottom, Poppy might cut you. May I ask you a favor?
Miranda (to Vincent): Sure, Vincent. Since you're being nice enough to ferry me out of town.
Vincent (to Miranda): We're wondering if you would mind taking a side trip, and, uh, performing a marriage ceremony.
Miranda (to Vincent): Oh sure. I've never actually done one. Not much call for it on our ships. Who's getting married?
Vincent (to Miranda): Heh. Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. Your crew didn't seem much like the marrying type. Well, you'll be arriving with the bride and groom. Heh.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, that explains a lot. I should have guessed.
Vincent (to Miranda): Heh. I have nothing to say to that.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. Good morning, lover. There's coffee still warm in the pot. I was able to reach Belinda early.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, aren't you an angel, honey... I spoke to Percy about keeping an eye on Jacob. I'm a little concerned that he might try and go with us.
Vincent (to Poppy): You clever little minx! I worried he might try the same. He's been writing romance novels too long, methinks. I was going to try to talk some sense into him when we... Oh. Good heavens. The hypocrisy of that statement just hit me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, that's why I thought it best to leave him to Percy, honey. I figured anything you or I said to him wouldn't help matters and simply make him more resolute to do something dumb.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh heh. God knows I'm not exactly the poster boy for good decisions.
Poppy (to Vincent): That may be true, honey, but we already saved Jacob from a terrible death once, I'd hate to know that it was in vain & it might be if we let him go to Rangoon.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, I wouldn't let him go to Rangoon. I'd hogtie him and throw him in a closet if I had to.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I'd pay to see that, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, depending on how things go when we pick up Miranda, you might not have to pay for it. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... When do we leave, honey? I'll want to give Percy the heads up.
Vincent (to Poppy): I told Miranda she'd hear from me this morning if we didn't contact her last night. Let me give the Professor a call. (to Ripper) Good morning, Professor. Are you reading me?
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey. I'm going to make some food. I'm a little peckish.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh… Hey there, Captain.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hey! Would I be able to stop by this morning and speak to Miranda? I was able to speak to my contact in Rangoon.
Ripper (to Vincent): Of course, I actually stepped out for an appointment. But, I'll be back in an hour or so... unless, you need me.
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, did you want to say goodbye to Miranda if she decides to leave today?
Ripper (to Vincent): It's probably better that I don't.
Vincent (to Ripper): Oh. Well, OK. Are you alright, Jacob?
Ripper (to Vincent): Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?
Vincent (to Ripper): Well, yesterday you were talking about uprooting your life and moving to a war zone. Are you sure everything is alright?
Ripper (to Vincent): I'm fine... Really. I need to go. Victoria's ready to see me now.
Vincent (to Ripper): Ah. Of course. Send her my regards, Professor. We'll see you later. (to Poppy) Mmmm. I think you'd better ask Percy to keep an eye on the Professor sooner rather than later, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, that doesn't sound good, honey. I'll contact him right now. (to Percy) Honey, it's time. Get to the palace & find the Professor.
Percy (to Poppy): Will do, honey.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, it looks Percy is on it, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Thank goodness. I hope he doesn't do something stupid. Shall we go talk to Miranda?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, let's.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Miranda): Hello? Captain O'Malley? Are you up and about?
Miranda (to Vincent): Been up for hours, me boyo. I'm used to being awake at dawn.
Vincent (to Miranda): Ah. Well, that... sounds dreadful. Heh. I spoke to our contact in Rangoon. She'd be happy to have you. If you're still interested, that is. The situation there has degenerated somewhat since Poppy and I were last there.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, I've been in pretty nasty areas, me lad... And, honestly, I still haven't come up with a better place to be. So unless there's another option, this may still be my best choice.
Vincent (to Miranda): I'm afraid I don't have any options for now, hun. But I've got a few feelers out. Unfortunately, most of the folks I know aren't too keen on crossing your mother.
Miranda (to Vincent): I know, what you mean. I was thinking of contacting Birdie, but I don't think it would fair of me to get him involved with everything.
Vincent (to Miranda): I certainly don't feel faboo about dropping you into a warzone. I wish I had a better alternative for you, Miranda. I don't.
Miranda (to Vincent): It's not your fault, Vincent me lad. I knew when I left that it wasn't going to be pretty.
Vincent (to Miranda): I know, hun. Do you still want to head out? I don't know that Jacob will be back to say goodbye, I'm afraid.
Miranda (to Vincent): Yes... It's probably better this way, I don't want him to get all weepy.
Vincent (to Miranda): The PROFESSOR? Hee hee. Jacob may be a lot of things, hun, but a blubbering fool isn't one of them. Let's go.
Miranda (to Vincent): Heh... After the way he was acting last night, I'd beg to differ. Lead the way.
Vincent (to Miranda): Really?! Was he being especially pouty after I left?
Miranda (to Vincent): Yes... He kept trying to convince me that he could be useful & that he wouldn't be in the way. I told him emphatically no.
Vincent (to Miranda): Huh. I don't suppose he's used to people saying no to him. He'd better not be up to something.
A few minutes later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, lover. Are we all set?
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, of course, honey. We're all prepped and ready to go. (to Miranda) Hello again, Captain.
Vincent (to Poppy): As if I should have had a doubt.
Miranda (to Poppy): Ms. Meriwether... How are you feeling today?
Poppy (to Miranda): A bit like a whale but, I've grown used to it.
Vincent (to Poppy & Miranda): A whale, she says... I think you look more like a sexy little porpoise, hun… YIKES! Eek! Don't throw that! You'll put my eye out
Poppy (to Vincent): Well then stand still, so I don't miss. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh no! Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, I get a pair of brass knuckles to the forehead.
Poppy (to Vincent): I would never do that, honey... Your face is our meal ticket. :-P
Miranda (to Vincent & Poppy): Ummm... I hate to interrupt, but are we going to get underway, anytime soon or should I go? :-)
Vincent (to Miranda): Oh. Ahem. Hee hee. Sorry, hun. Alright, we're going. (to Poppy) Before we head out, hun, could I ask you something?
Poppy (to Vincent): Sure, of course, honey. Can you ask me, while I'm plugging in the coordinates? I got the numbers in my head & I don't want to have to figure them out again.
Vincent (to Poppy): Um. I think I should wait until you're done.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh okay. Give me just a second, honey... Alright... done. You have my full attention, honey. What is it?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, um, well, lover. I was wondering, if it was something you wanted to do, that is, I mean, Miranda IS still a captain... Right. OK. Um... What I'm trying to ask, hun, is that would you like to marry me here, in Britannia, before Victor is born?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... OH... Um... Wow... I wasn't expecting that to be the question... Heehee... you really caught me off-guard... I would love to marry you, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Really? Really REALLY? Oh thank God! You scared the hell out of me when you didn't answer at first.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, sorry about that, honey... As if there was any doubt.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, Bernard said you were just as likely to shoot me.
Poppy (to Vincent): He would say something like that, the big lump.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I know it's short notice, and I know it's probably not what you hoped for, lover... But, we've got Miranda at our disposal... What do you say we stop at the Inn and make it official? Heh. Molly may have said she'll skin me alive if I don't let her attend the wedding.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my, yes...
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Good. If you wouldn't mind plotting out a detour, I'll go bully a favor out of Miranda.
Poppy (to Vincent): Aye aye, Captain.
Vincent (to Miranda): Hey, hun. How are you settling in?
Miranda (to Vincent): Just fine, Potter. Is this bunk okay for me to use?
Vincent (to Miranda): You can call me Vincent, you know. And, yes, the top bunk is fine. If you'd tried to take the bottom, Poppy might cut you. May I ask you a favor?
Miranda (to Vincent): Sure, Vincent. Since you're being nice enough to ferry me out of town.
Vincent (to Miranda): We're wondering if you would mind taking a side trip, and, uh, performing a marriage ceremony.
Miranda (to Vincent): Oh sure. I've never actually done one. Not much call for it on our ships. Who's getting married?
Vincent (to Miranda): Heh. Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. Your crew didn't seem much like the marrying type. Well, you'll be arriving with the bride and groom. Heh.
Miranda (to Vincent): Well, that explains a lot. I should have guessed.
Vincent (to Miranda): Heh. I have nothing to say to that.
