Victor (to Persephone): What's got you in such a tizzy?
Persephone (to Victor): My wonderful uncle, your father said that he would let me fly the ship on my own for the next run. I can't wait!
Victor (to Persephone): Ah ha! That's why you're grinning like that.
Persephone (to Victor): Yeah, it's going to be totally moo!
Victor (to Persephone): Ha ha ha! I'm glad you're excited. Just be careful not to be too excited, or my dad'll have you servicing the engines too.
Persephone (to Victor): Really? But, I want to learn how to do that, too! I want to know how to do everything, so maybe one day I can have my own.
Victor (to Persephone): Heh, Well, then I'm sure you'll get your wish. Dad LOVES mucking around with the engines.
Persephone (to Victor): I hope he'll take me soon. I can't wait. He totally complimented me on my sword work yesterday, too. Maybe, he'll let me crew with him all of the time. That would be wonderful! ... Oh. What's with you? You seem upset.
Victor (to Persephone): Do I? Sorry. It's just that you've always been better this stuff than I am.
Persephone (to Victor): What!?! I am not. You've been doing this since you were little, it comes naturally to you. I'm just trying to catch up.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh yeah? Dad only let me fly solo last year. And I don't think either of my parents have ever complimented my sword work. It's always "Your thrust is sloppy, Victor." "Stop leading with your shoulders, Victor." I may have been doing it longer, but I'd say you're picking it up faster.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh... Well, maybe it's because you don't seem like you want to do it or they don't want you too. Because they don't want you to get hurt or killed. Ever think of that? ... Or it's because they know you secretly long to be an accountant.
Victor (to Persephone): Yes, I just LONG to add together columns of numbers. :-p You're right. I know. I just wish they'd stop being so bloody overprotective. It wasn't as bad when you lived with us, you know. You're lucky you have brothers. They keep your parents distracted.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh stop being so whiny. It's absolutely horrible that your parents care about your well-being & yet, they still let you go with them on their pirate-y adventures. Boohoo.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh, like you have room to complain about someone being whiny. :-P
Persephone (to Victor): Sure, I do. My parents run an Inn. They stay in one place & never go anywhere. If they had their way, I would be married off to some boring man & running the Inn when they retire. I sometimes think that's the only reason they had more children... Because, I showed absolutely no interest in running the place.
Victor (to Persephone): Heh. Well, be grateful they did. It let you off the hook, didn't it? We're both being kind of ridiculous, aren't we?
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, probably.
Victor (to Persephone): Yeah. Poor pitiful us. Our parents love us and worry. Heh.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, you wanna go to the pharmacy & drown our non-existent sorrows in a milkshake?
Victor (to Persephone): I think that's the best idea I've heard from you today.
