Poppy: Oh shoot, I overslept... oh... Floor... ow... I forgot how small this bunk is. (to Vincent) Honey, wake up... we've got stuff to do.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Oh! We're... OUCH! Right. We're on the Falcon. Ooch. I wish I could say that is the first time I clocked my head on the top bunk.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh...That's alright, I fell on the floor when I woke up. How's your head?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. In the same shape it always is, for better or worse. How does my face look?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, you got a nasty bruise on your cheek, lover. Poor thing.
Vincent (to Poppy): Why the face? Why always the face? How's your hand, sweetness?
Poppy (to Vincent): A little stiff & sore. I'll live, lover... Should we head to the inn & face the music?
Vincent (to Poppy): I suppose we should. Any thoughts on how we can get the Colonel's friends away from Drake, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I had an idea, but it's a bit insane... in fact, it shouldn't even count as an actual plan.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mad, insane, doesn't even count as an actual plan? Heh. Sounds like my kind of idea. Let's get moving. You talk. I'll steer.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it was simply that we let Ambrose take us to Drake, then we rescue them & come home. Only, we put a few things in place to make sure that it works, like, we get some help from Margaux, Otto & your sister. See, I told you it was crazy.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I certainly don't have any other ideas, hun. And knowing me, my solution would be to walk right up to Drake and try to talk him into letting me go.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, that would more than likely get you punched in the face again... or worse.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! First probably one, and then the other.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): We're coming up on the inn now, hun. I hope the Colonel didn't give Bernard & Molly too hard a time.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it's still standing so that's a good sign, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): And no one is running screaming up to the ship? Dare we hope everything was quiet?
Poppy (to Vincent): Wait, honey... Do you hear that? Is that laughter coming from the back door?
Vincent (to Poppy): I... Wow. Of all the sights I thought would greet me, this is not one of the ones I was expecting.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that's certainly a relief.
Vincent (to Poppy): Although, the way everyone is suddenly staring at us is more than a little disconcerting.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god... make a hasty retreat. Save yourself. I think they've been talking about us.
Vincent (to Poppy): I KNOW they've been talking about us, hun. It's the oldest confidence game in the book: unite against a common target. Hee hee. Don't worry. The Colonel isn't the only charmer in the room.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, but he's been doing it a lot longer, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Very true. We're in trouble, then, I suppose. Good thing I'm too pig-headed to pay it any heed. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, shall we get this over with, lover?
Vincent (to Poppy): You know patience isn't a virtue of mine. After you, lover.
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Hello there, Colonel! I see you've made yourself comfortable.
Colonel Harrington (to Poppy & Vincent): Oh my young friends, you're back! I hope your errands were easily taken care of. Bernard & Molly have been making me feel quite at home. They are lovely people.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Fortunately, much more uneventful after we parted ways, Colonel.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent): I am glad to hear that things were handled smoothly, young Vincent. (to Poppy) What happened to your hand, poppet?
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Oh, it's nothing, Ambrose... Engine trouble.
Colonel Harrington (to Poppy): HAHAHA... You got into a fight, didn't you? You always did have a bit of a temper, poppet.
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Hush you.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Well, Colonel, we might have a solution for that job you asked us to look into for you, so whenever you have a chance... As much as I hate to tear you away from gossiping about us, we should discuss it. :-P (to Poppy) Where can we go to chat, hun?
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent): Oh very well.
Poppy (to Vincent & Colonel Harrington): Let us head into the garden, there's a bench by the pond, that's pretty secluded.
A few minutes later:
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Well, Colonel, Poppy has an idea about how we can get your friends away from Drake.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent): Really? That is wonderful news.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): You may want to hold off on to that enthusiasm. Basically, you're going to hand me over to Drake. Hopefully, he'll let you, Gerald & Cecily leave once he has what he asked for. Poppy and some friends of ours will try to get me away from the killer pirate. And then, we all live happily ever after.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent & Poppy): Oh... I don't mean to judge, but that sounds like an awful plan.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Oh no. It's a terrible plan, but it's the best we have at the moment. If you have a better idea, I'm open to suggestions. As Poppy will attest, I'm not much of a planner.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent): Well, maybe a horrible plan is the way to go, young man. Drake strikes me as someone who plans for most contingencies... So, it might work. The element of surprise and all that.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Well, let's hope it's a case of "dumb enough to work."
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent & Poppy): Well then, I'll just be off to round up some funds for our inevitable post-escape hiding.
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Not so fast, Colonel... You are staying right here until it's time to go.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Sorry, Colonel. I'm sure you'd never DREAM of wandering off, but we need to be able to find you when the time comes.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent & Poppy): I'll stay put, I'm just going to head back into the inn... Never you fear. I just hope Gerald & Cecily are alright.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): We do too. (to Poppy) I know my sister will want to be involved, bah, and probably Eep... Do you think your friend Margaux will help?
Poppy (to Vincent): Probably, she's had a run in with Drake before...
Vincent (to Poppy): OK. Awesome. If she agrees, that should help. Who knows, if all goes to plan this might actually end without any of us getting shot, injured or killed.
Poppy (to Vincent): That would be wonderful, honey, but let's not get ahead of ourselves... Oh... we might need Percy.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh good heavens! I can't believe that worked! OK, I can do that with a passenger. HAPPY NOW? Let's get back before...
Vincent (to Victor): VICTOR?
Persephone (to Victor): Oops... I think we've been spotted.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh. Shit. Please tell me that my parents aren't sitting behind us. Please, please, please tell me this.
Persephone (to Victor): Wow! They're adorable... You're such a liar.
Vincent (to Victor): What the hell are you doing here, Victor? I thought you weren't going to... do that thing you do anymore. Fat Christ!
Victor (to Vincent): No! I mean, yes! I was. Um, wasn't, but Seph wanted to, I mean... I was just trying something...
Persephone (to Vincent): It's totally my fault, sir. I bullied him into it.
Vincent (to Persephone): Who are... How do I know you? Oh God! No, no. Don't tell me.
Victor (to Persephone): Shut UP, Seph! (to Vincent) No, no! I shouldn't have let her talk me into it, just... uh... Forget you saw us, we're going. Right NOW.
Persephone (to Victor): Sorry, sorry... I'll be quiet. (to Vincent) I'm nobody important. Ignore me... please.
Poppy (to Victor & Persephone): You both are going to be in SO much trouble when you get home.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh crap! That's the voice & face of doom...
Victor (to Poppy): Sorry, maaaa--uh, I mean, ma'am. I MEAN, Poppy. Yes. We were just going. Sorry. (to Persephone) No one will be out by the pond, you said! "No one's ever out by the pond, Victor!", "The customers can't see, Victor!" We are DOOMED. Pariahs! They'll put us in the pies!
Persephone (to Victor): WELL, no one usually is during the day... At night, it's a totally different story, people like to take a romantic stroll by the pond & kiss.
Victor (to Persephone): Do I even want to KNOW how you know that. Oh! That's how you knew about Fiona, isn't it?
Persephone (to Victor): Well, that and the fact, that you were all flirty & blushing every time she came into a room.
Poppy (to Victor & Persephone): Are you two going to make with the heading back or are you going to stand here and bicker? You are both sooo lucky that the Colonel had headed back inside or we would have all been severally screwed...
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): I'm, um, trying to get us back. Sorry. It's more complicated with Seph here, and I'm... working on it.
Persephone (to Poppy): Oh, the Colonel was here? I've heard stories about him... (to Victor) Stop looking at me like that, I'm trying to be good.
Victor (to Persephone): Not another word from you! (to Vincent & Poppy) Goodbye. I'm very sorry to have interrupted your afternoon.
Persephone (to Vincent & Poppy): Heehee, he has performance anxiety with all of us watching. :-P (to Victor) Sorry, sorry... I'll be quiet, I promise.
Poppy (to Victor & Persephone): Goodbye, Victor... and friend.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good heavens! I was worried he wasn't going to leave for a moment.That would have been the last thing we needed!
Poppy (to Vincent): Wait... Would it have been so bad, honey? I mean, we could have asked him about what we're about to do...
Vincent (to Poppy): Which would have been a TERRIBLE idea, and you know it, hun. So, that was Persephone with him, I'm guessing.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey... But, this whole thing with Drake makes me nervous.
Vincent (to Poppy): I know, hun. Me too. Don't worry. I'm not planning on letting anything happen to me if I can help it. Or any of us.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that's good, honey... just want to know what on earth was Victor thinking coming back here & bringing Persephone... that's just pure stupidity.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heeheehee... Oh, I'm sorry, hun. I don't mean to laugh. They're just... Hee hee. They're such KIDS.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I don't think I ever acted like that, honey, I mean I couldn't afford to...
Vincent (to Poppy): No, I wouldn't imagine. I didn't get a chance to be an idiot when I was a teen, with all the running away from home and all. Of course, I more than made up for it by being intensely stupid when I started pirating.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, if you weren't an idiot pirate then we never would have met, honey... and that would have been terrible.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well... This is very true. Thank God for youthful idiotic tendencies, then.
Poppy (to Vincent): Speaking of youthful idiotic tendencies, honey... I have a serious but stupid proposal for you. I mean, what we're about to do is incredibly stupid & well... Actually, you know what, nevermind, one dumb thing at a time.
Vincent (to Poppy): What is it, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): No, it's nothing... I can't tell if the knowledge of the future is making me want to act like an idiot or if it's stopping me from doing something I would have otherwise done. I'm trying not to be wishy-washy, honey... And this is why time travel is such a problem.
Vincent (to Poppy): Good heavens, don't I know it?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, have you been second guessing yourself too, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Not second guessing exactly, hun. Heh. Whatever you were going to ask, Poppy, just... hold on to it for a little while. Ask me after all this is over.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey... Though I suspect you know what I was going to ask. I'm going to go see if I can find Margaux, honey... I'll be back in a little while.
Vincent (to Poppy): Alright, hun. I'll stay here and keep an eye on the Colonel. Take care. I love you, sweetness.
Poppy (to Vincent): I love you too, honey.
A few hours later:
Poppy (to Margaux): I thought I'd find you here, honey... I'll come straight to the point, I need your help.
Margaux (to Poppy): Oh is this about the thing with Drake & your beaux, poptart?
Poppy (to Margaux): Why does that not surprise me that you know about that, honey?
Margaux (to Poppy): Probably because I'm good at my job, sugar... So, what do you need? What's going on?
Poppy (to Margaux): Well, Drake's holding some old acquaintances of mine hostage & in exchange for their release, he wants Vincent.
Margaux (to Poppy): You know we've been trying to get a hold of Drake for years, we just haven't known where he is until after the fact... We could have a strike team ready to mobilize fairly quickly if we had the coordinates, sugar.
Poppy (to Margaux): Oh well, that's better than I was expecting, honey. I think I can get you the location, tomorrow.
Margaux (to Poppy): Wonderful, poptart. I'll get my team ready to go.
Poppy (to Margaux): Okay, thank you, honey. I should be getting back.
An hour or so later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey honey... I have good news... Wait... Where's the Colonel?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hmm? OH! Where did he go? He said he was going to go ask Molly for seconds...Hee hee. You're very pretty!
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, have you been drinking? (to Colonel Harrington) Where have you disappeared to, honey?
Colonel Harrington (to Poppy): I'm in the dining room, poppet, Molly roped in me into baby duty.
Vincent (to Poppy): Have I? Oh. My. Yes. I think I have been. What the hell did Bernard give me to drink?
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Heh... You'll be there awhile. (to Vincent) Hmmm, did he call it 'Go Juice'?
Vincent (to Poppy): Umm. I think so... Yes. Probably. Maybe?
Poppy (to Vincent): If he did, that was juice & moonshine, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Did you realize that moonshine is SUPER alcoholic, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): I think I'm going to kill my brother, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): How come, sweetie? If I wasn't so sure he'd hate it, I'd kiss him. Ooo! Maybe I should do that anyway. No. Wait. He would kill me.
Poppy (to Vincent): And, that would be why, honey... You really need to put that drink down... Let me get you some water.
Vincent (to Poppy): Boo! Oh alright. What's the matter, hun? Afraid I can't be trusted when I'm drink? I mean, drunk? Hee hee. I'm just kidding. I can NEVER be trusted. I wonder why Bernard wanted to get me drunk. He's prolly trying to figure out what we're up to.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it's that or it's the fact that I haven't told him we're dating, yet.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oooo! Shit. He's going to kill me, isn't he? I hope this wasn't poisoned.
Poppy (to Vincent): He's not going to kill you, honey... Just maim you a bit... I'm kidding. He actually likes you.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Really? Hee hee. With all the times he called me an idjit, I thought he didn't care for me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, if he didn't like you, he'd simply ignore you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well. I have nothing to say to that. Heh. I should have known. I mean, who could hate me? Oh dear. I think I may be utterly smashed.
Poppy (to Vincent): Let's get you to bed, honey. The inn is booked up, so it looks like we're sleeping on the ship. Are you going to be ok to make it there, lover?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Should be able to. I've made it back more poorly than this before.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, if you need to lean on me, I'm right here, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): No. No. No. No. No. I'm pretty sure I can... oh God. I totes need help. Ha ha ha! Ooo! Sorry, sweetness! I can't seem to get me feet under me. I... oh shit!
Poppy (to Vincent): Aaah, honey, you're going to drag me to the ground! Oof… Heehee... Well, that's certainly one way to get my undivided attention, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Dear God! I'm sorry! You're not hurt? Hee hee hee. OK. Standing up now. And walking! Aren't I the multi-talented one.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm fine... Though, I think I deserve a kiss for getting thrown to the ground, lover. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, I certainly can't argue with a woman who speaks good sense. C'mere you.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Oh! We're... OUCH! Right. We're on the Falcon. Ooch. I wish I could say that is the first time I clocked my head on the top bunk.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh...That's alright, I fell on the floor when I woke up. How's your head?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. In the same shape it always is, for better or worse. How does my face look?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, you got a nasty bruise on your cheek, lover. Poor thing.
Vincent (to Poppy): Why the face? Why always the face? How's your hand, sweetness?
Poppy (to Vincent): A little stiff & sore. I'll live, lover... Should we head to the inn & face the music?
Vincent (to Poppy): I suppose we should. Any thoughts on how we can get the Colonel's friends away from Drake, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I had an idea, but it's a bit insane... in fact, it shouldn't even count as an actual plan.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mad, insane, doesn't even count as an actual plan? Heh. Sounds like my kind of idea. Let's get moving. You talk. I'll steer.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it was simply that we let Ambrose take us to Drake, then we rescue them & come home. Only, we put a few things in place to make sure that it works, like, we get some help from Margaux, Otto & your sister. See, I told you it was crazy.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I certainly don't have any other ideas, hun. And knowing me, my solution would be to walk right up to Drake and try to talk him into letting me go.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, that would more than likely get you punched in the face again... or worse.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! First probably one, and then the other.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): We're coming up on the inn now, hun. I hope the Colonel didn't give Bernard & Molly too hard a time.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it's still standing so that's a good sign, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): And no one is running screaming up to the ship? Dare we hope everything was quiet?
Poppy (to Vincent): Wait, honey... Do you hear that? Is that laughter coming from the back door?
Vincent (to Poppy): I... Wow. Of all the sights I thought would greet me, this is not one of the ones I was expecting.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that's certainly a relief.
Vincent (to Poppy): Although, the way everyone is suddenly staring at us is more than a little disconcerting.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god... make a hasty retreat. Save yourself. I think they've been talking about us.
Vincent (to Poppy): I KNOW they've been talking about us, hun. It's the oldest confidence game in the book: unite against a common target. Hee hee. Don't worry. The Colonel isn't the only charmer in the room.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, but he's been doing it a lot longer, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Very true. We're in trouble, then, I suppose. Good thing I'm too pig-headed to pay it any heed. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, shall we get this over with, lover?
Vincent (to Poppy): You know patience isn't a virtue of mine. After you, lover.
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Hello there, Colonel! I see you've made yourself comfortable.
Colonel Harrington (to Poppy & Vincent): Oh my young friends, you're back! I hope your errands were easily taken care of. Bernard & Molly have been making me feel quite at home. They are lovely people.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Fortunately, much more uneventful after we parted ways, Colonel.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent): I am glad to hear that things were handled smoothly, young Vincent. (to Poppy) What happened to your hand, poppet?
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Oh, it's nothing, Ambrose... Engine trouble.
Colonel Harrington (to Poppy): HAHAHA... You got into a fight, didn't you? You always did have a bit of a temper, poppet.
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Hush you.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Well, Colonel, we might have a solution for that job you asked us to look into for you, so whenever you have a chance... As much as I hate to tear you away from gossiping about us, we should discuss it. :-P (to Poppy) Where can we go to chat, hun?
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent): Oh very well.
Poppy (to Vincent & Colonel Harrington): Let us head into the garden, there's a bench by the pond, that's pretty secluded.
A few minutes later:
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Well, Colonel, Poppy has an idea about how we can get your friends away from Drake.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent): Really? That is wonderful news.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): You may want to hold off on to that enthusiasm. Basically, you're going to hand me over to Drake. Hopefully, he'll let you, Gerald & Cecily leave once he has what he asked for. Poppy and some friends of ours will try to get me away from the killer pirate. And then, we all live happily ever after.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent & Poppy): Oh... I don't mean to judge, but that sounds like an awful plan.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Oh no. It's a terrible plan, but it's the best we have at the moment. If you have a better idea, I'm open to suggestions. As Poppy will attest, I'm not much of a planner.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent): Well, maybe a horrible plan is the way to go, young man. Drake strikes me as someone who plans for most contingencies... So, it might work. The element of surprise and all that.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Well, let's hope it's a case of "dumb enough to work."
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent & Poppy): Well then, I'll just be off to round up some funds for our inevitable post-escape hiding.
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Not so fast, Colonel... You are staying right here until it's time to go.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): Sorry, Colonel. I'm sure you'd never DREAM of wandering off, but we need to be able to find you when the time comes.
Colonel Harrington (to Vincent & Poppy): I'll stay put, I'm just going to head back into the inn... Never you fear. I just hope Gerald & Cecily are alright.
Vincent (to Colonel Harrington): We do too. (to Poppy) I know my sister will want to be involved, bah, and probably Eep... Do you think your friend Margaux will help?
Poppy (to Vincent): Probably, she's had a run in with Drake before...
Vincent (to Poppy): OK. Awesome. If she agrees, that should help. Who knows, if all goes to plan this might actually end without any of us getting shot, injured or killed.
Poppy (to Vincent): That would be wonderful, honey, but let's not get ahead of ourselves... Oh... we might need Percy.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh good heavens! I can't believe that worked! OK, I can do that with a passenger. HAPPY NOW? Let's get back before...
Vincent (to Victor): VICTOR?
Persephone (to Victor): Oops... I think we've been spotted.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh. Shit. Please tell me that my parents aren't sitting behind us. Please, please, please tell me this.
Persephone (to Victor): Wow! They're adorable... You're such a liar.
Vincent (to Victor): What the hell are you doing here, Victor? I thought you weren't going to... do that thing you do anymore. Fat Christ!
Victor (to Vincent): No! I mean, yes! I was. Um, wasn't, but Seph wanted to, I mean... I was just trying something...
Persephone (to Vincent): It's totally my fault, sir. I bullied him into it.
Vincent (to Persephone): Who are... How do I know you? Oh God! No, no. Don't tell me.
Victor (to Persephone): Shut UP, Seph! (to Vincent) No, no! I shouldn't have let her talk me into it, just... uh... Forget you saw us, we're going. Right NOW.
Persephone (to Victor): Sorry, sorry... I'll be quiet. (to Vincent) I'm nobody important. Ignore me... please.
Poppy (to Victor & Persephone): You both are going to be in SO much trouble when you get home.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh crap! That's the voice & face of doom...
Victor (to Poppy): Sorry, maaaa--uh, I mean, ma'am. I MEAN, Poppy. Yes. We were just going. Sorry. (to Persephone) No one will be out by the pond, you said! "No one's ever out by the pond, Victor!", "The customers can't see, Victor!" We are DOOMED. Pariahs! They'll put us in the pies!
Persephone (to Victor): WELL, no one usually is during the day... At night, it's a totally different story, people like to take a romantic stroll by the pond & kiss.
Victor (to Persephone): Do I even want to KNOW how you know that. Oh! That's how you knew about Fiona, isn't it?
Persephone (to Victor): Well, that and the fact, that you were all flirty & blushing every time she came into a room.
Poppy (to Victor & Persephone): Are you two going to make with the heading back or are you going to stand here and bicker? You are both sooo lucky that the Colonel had headed back inside or we would have all been severally screwed...
Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): I'm, um, trying to get us back. Sorry. It's more complicated with Seph here, and I'm... working on it.
Persephone (to Poppy): Oh, the Colonel was here? I've heard stories about him... (to Victor) Stop looking at me like that, I'm trying to be good.
Victor (to Persephone): Not another word from you! (to Vincent & Poppy) Goodbye. I'm very sorry to have interrupted your afternoon.
Persephone (to Vincent & Poppy): Heehee, he has performance anxiety with all of us watching. :-P (to Victor) Sorry, sorry... I'll be quiet, I promise.
Poppy (to Victor & Persephone): Goodbye, Victor... and friend.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good heavens! I was worried he wasn't going to leave for a moment.That would have been the last thing we needed!
Poppy (to Vincent): Wait... Would it have been so bad, honey? I mean, we could have asked him about what we're about to do...
Vincent (to Poppy): Which would have been a TERRIBLE idea, and you know it, hun. So, that was Persephone with him, I'm guessing.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey... But, this whole thing with Drake makes me nervous.
Vincent (to Poppy): I know, hun. Me too. Don't worry. I'm not planning on letting anything happen to me if I can help it. Or any of us.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that's good, honey... just want to know what on earth was Victor thinking coming back here & bringing Persephone... that's just pure stupidity.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heeheehee... Oh, I'm sorry, hun. I don't mean to laugh. They're just... Hee hee. They're such KIDS.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I don't think I ever acted like that, honey, I mean I couldn't afford to...
Vincent (to Poppy): No, I wouldn't imagine. I didn't get a chance to be an idiot when I was a teen, with all the running away from home and all. Of course, I more than made up for it by being intensely stupid when I started pirating.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, if you weren't an idiot pirate then we never would have met, honey... and that would have been terrible.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well... This is very true. Thank God for youthful idiotic tendencies, then.
Poppy (to Vincent): Speaking of youthful idiotic tendencies, honey... I have a serious but stupid proposal for you. I mean, what we're about to do is incredibly stupid & well... Actually, you know what, nevermind, one dumb thing at a time.
Vincent (to Poppy): What is it, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): No, it's nothing... I can't tell if the knowledge of the future is making me want to act like an idiot or if it's stopping me from doing something I would have otherwise done. I'm trying not to be wishy-washy, honey... And this is why time travel is such a problem.
Vincent (to Poppy): Good heavens, don't I know it?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, have you been second guessing yourself too, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Not second guessing exactly, hun. Heh. Whatever you were going to ask, Poppy, just... hold on to it for a little while. Ask me after all this is over.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey... Though I suspect you know what I was going to ask. I'm going to go see if I can find Margaux, honey... I'll be back in a little while.
Vincent (to Poppy): Alright, hun. I'll stay here and keep an eye on the Colonel. Take care. I love you, sweetness.
Poppy (to Vincent): I love you too, honey.
A few hours later:
Poppy (to Margaux): I thought I'd find you here, honey... I'll come straight to the point, I need your help.
Margaux (to Poppy): Oh is this about the thing with Drake & your beaux, poptart?
Poppy (to Margaux): Why does that not surprise me that you know about that, honey?
Margaux (to Poppy): Probably because I'm good at my job, sugar... So, what do you need? What's going on?
Poppy (to Margaux): Well, Drake's holding some old acquaintances of mine hostage & in exchange for their release, he wants Vincent.
Margaux (to Poppy): You know we've been trying to get a hold of Drake for years, we just haven't known where he is until after the fact... We could have a strike team ready to mobilize fairly quickly if we had the coordinates, sugar.
Poppy (to Margaux): Oh well, that's better than I was expecting, honey. I think I can get you the location, tomorrow.
Margaux (to Poppy): Wonderful, poptart. I'll get my team ready to go.
Poppy (to Margaux): Okay, thank you, honey. I should be getting back.
An hour or so later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey honey... I have good news... Wait... Where's the Colonel?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hmm? OH! Where did he go? He said he was going to go ask Molly for seconds...Hee hee. You're very pretty!
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, have you been drinking? (to Colonel Harrington) Where have you disappeared to, honey?
Colonel Harrington (to Poppy): I'm in the dining room, poppet, Molly roped in me into baby duty.
Vincent (to Poppy): Have I? Oh. My. Yes. I think I have been. What the hell did Bernard give me to drink?
Poppy (to Colonel Harrington): Heh... You'll be there awhile. (to Vincent) Hmmm, did he call it 'Go Juice'?
Vincent (to Poppy): Umm. I think so... Yes. Probably. Maybe?
Poppy (to Vincent): If he did, that was juice & moonshine, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Did you realize that moonshine is SUPER alcoholic, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): I think I'm going to kill my brother, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): How come, sweetie? If I wasn't so sure he'd hate it, I'd kiss him. Ooo! Maybe I should do that anyway. No. Wait. He would kill me.
Poppy (to Vincent): And, that would be why, honey... You really need to put that drink down... Let me get you some water.
Vincent (to Poppy): Boo! Oh alright. What's the matter, hun? Afraid I can't be trusted when I'm drink? I mean, drunk? Hee hee. I'm just kidding. I can NEVER be trusted. I wonder why Bernard wanted to get me drunk. He's prolly trying to figure out what we're up to.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, it's that or it's the fact that I haven't told him we're dating, yet.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oooo! Shit. He's going to kill me, isn't he? I hope this wasn't poisoned.
Poppy (to Vincent): He's not going to kill you, honey... Just maim you a bit... I'm kidding. He actually likes you.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Really? Hee hee. With all the times he called me an idjit, I thought he didn't care for me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, if he didn't like you, he'd simply ignore you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well. I have nothing to say to that. Heh. I should have known. I mean, who could hate me? Oh dear. I think I may be utterly smashed.
Poppy (to Vincent): Let's get you to bed, honey. The inn is booked up, so it looks like we're sleeping on the ship. Are you going to be ok to make it there, lover?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Should be able to. I've made it back more poorly than this before.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, if you need to lean on me, I'm right here, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): No. No. No. No. No. I'm pretty sure I can... oh God. I totes need help. Ha ha ha! Ooo! Sorry, sweetness! I can't seem to get me feet under me. I... oh shit!
Poppy (to Vincent): Aaah, honey, you're going to drag me to the ground! Oof… Heehee... Well, that's certainly one way to get my undivided attention, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Dear God! I'm sorry! You're not hurt? Hee hee hee. OK. Standing up now. And walking! Aren't I the multi-talented one.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm fine... Though, I think I deserve a kiss for getting thrown to the ground, lover. ;-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Well, I certainly can't argue with a woman who speaks good sense. C'mere you.
