Vincent (to Poppy): What? I'm outside, lover! I'm trying to get the balloon hooked up. How are you feeling?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm feeling fine. I'll throw on some clothes & give you a hand. You've got someone trying to contact you on the radio, lover. Some ship called Nightmare's Kiss. I'm not familiar with it.
Vincent (to Poppy): What?! Oh. Right. Thank you, hun. Tell, Captain Teew I'll be right there. Provided she's still in charge, of course...
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright... I'll let them know... Oh... Am I distracting you, lover?
Vincent (to Poppy): More than a bit. Of course, I suspect that was your goal. That shirt is much more clever on you, lover.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, mine's a bit bloodstained, honey. I found this one in the wardrobe, I hope you don't mind... Go on, go take your call. I'll still be here when you get back.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): How close are we to getting the balloon secured? We should really go, hun. Sooner is better than later.
Poppy (to Vincent): I just have the last line to secure, lover. What's going on?
Vincent (to Poppy): According to Captain Teew, O'Malley is trying to get Drake to Black Spot me.
Poppy (to Vincent): What!?! But, why would they? I made sure that they had no idea that we were the ones who rescued Miranda & the Colonel.
Vincent (to Poppy): Grace is convinced we--no, *I*-- was involved. Fortunately, Drake thinks she's batty, & developed some strange fixation on me. Teew said there was quite the spectacle at the wedding when the bride was discovered missing. In a way, it's working to our advantage, hun. The crazier O'Malley acts about this all, the less people believe I was involved with that fire at the O'Malley compound. Of course, Grace still hates my guts. But, if she looks like a loon with an insane vendetta against poor little, ol' me, fewer folks will be inclined to help her.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, let's get out of here then, honey. I don't like the idea of a black spot hit being put out on you even if it's the ravings of a power hungry pirate queen.
Vincent (to Poppy): My thoughts exactly, hun. I don't want some jerk trying to climb the O'Malley ranks by giving Grace my head on a plate. The Falcon's right engine is still iffy, but with the balloon back, we should be able to get her to a friendly port, and get our cute little behinds back home.
Poppy (to Vincent): Head to Crete, honey. I know someone that might be able help us with the engines.
Several hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): So honey, did Stavros & Niko do a good job fixing the Falcon?
Vincent (to Poppy): They did. They really did. It's almost enough to make let other people work on her.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, the Demetriades brothers are known for being top-notch mechanics, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): So I see. Well, we've got the Falcon fixed and moored. Are you ready to head home, missus?
Poppy (to Vincent): Most definitely, lover. How about yourself?
Vincent (to Poppy): Indeed. I've got something more terrifying than a Black Spot hit to do at home. I've got to beg Sasha for my job back.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, it'll be okay... Or maybe, it's just time you think about a change in employment.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I may not have a choice, lover. So, how are we supposed to do go about this traveling without a portal business?
Poppy (to Vincent): First, take my hand. 2nd step, take a deep relaxing breath & give me a kiss... And then, I'll handle the rest.
Vincent (to Poppy): I think I can handle that, lover...
Ten minutes later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Good--good heavens. That was... That was...
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my--
Vincent (to Poppy): God. You weren't kidding about the exhausting part. Oh, sweetie! Let's get you to bed, hun.
