Damn your love

[saltnpepperbeard]

WHO: Edward Teach, OTA
WHERE: The Diner
WHAT: Ed's being a nuisance
WHEN: Mid Sept
WARNINGS: TBD, smoking



Sugar

Ed didn't realize quite how used he'd gotten to the taste of finer things aboard Stede's ship until he was a few months into his time here. He stared at his cup of tea, if you could call it that, a distant scowl forming as he shoveled a ungodly number of spoonfuls of sugar into it (7, if you cared to count), stirring it idly. He'd lived off far worse than this, for far longer, but this lacked the pleasant perfume of Stede's brand.

He caught his reflection in the drink and scoffed at himself. When had he gone so damn soft?


Smoke

The unlucky diners of the day would find an added haze to their meal. Edward had settled in quite comfortably, pipe in hand, quite unaware that there was anything offensive about this action in modern times. He had his leg propped up on a chair, and made for a rather intimidating figure as he sat there, smoke encircling him. Will you approach, or will your nerves force your lungs to suffer through the meal in silence?

Comments

[doubled_speed]

Seriously? Tommy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, I don't really think the 'demon the seas' would let someone else use his name. So I don't buy it."

[saltnpepperbeard]

He nodded in consideration.

"You're right, I wouldn't," he confirmed with a pointed look.
"So- where are we off to, lead the way."

[doubled_speed]

Tommy stopped, watching Ed for a long moment.

"You? You are supposed to be 'the Devil's Son'?"

[saltnpepperbeard]

"'The Devil's Son'?" Ed hummed, "Haven't heard that one before. It works."

He spread his arms and gave a small bow of his head. "Beard's a little less black than it used to be," he excused.

[doubled_speed]

No. Fucking. Way. Tommy chuckled.

"Man, I'm not sure I can buy that."

[saltnpepperbeard]

Ed's nose wrinkled, brows turning into a frown.

"What, not enough guns?" he asked, gesturing to his person. He hadn't been allowed the one that usually sat at his hip, let alone the nine or so littering the illustration in Stede's book.

[doubled_speed]

Not enough guns? Tommy looked confused.

"Guns don't make the pirate."

[saltnpepperbeard]

"Mmm, good lad," Ed clapped Tommy's shoulder and moved towards the door, "Keep up, let's go."

[doubled_speed]

Keep up? Tommy snorts and walks away toward the kitchen.

"We're not heading that way, man. You're starting by dealing with sugar for me."

[saltnpepperbeard]

Of course they were.

Ed stalled in his path, turning and rerouting to follow after Tommy.

[doubled_speed]

Well, that's something. He moves to the back room, stopping to keep the door open for the guy. No reason not to be polite to someone with a brace.

[saltnpepperbeard]

Ed didn't give the courtesy too much though, all ready poking around in to nearly everything he passed as he made his way through the back. He clearly had a very tactile curiosity along with an 18th century notion of kitchen protocols, seeing no reason not to touch any of the stored food with his bare hands.

"Why don't you charge people?" he asked, a question he'd had long before he knew who ran this place.

[doubled_speed]

At last Tommy is tired of those dirty hands on things, and he reaches out to smack them. No more of that.

"Wash your hands first. NO getting germs on shit and making people. And I don't charge people because what the fuck is the point of money when there are less than forty of us?"

[saltnpepperbeard]

Did he really just-??

Ed looked taken aback for a moment, perplexed at the daring and too surprised to lash out.

"Why would I wash my hands?" They weren't bloody or covered in mud. And what were these damn germs he kept going on about?

"Money isn't the only thing you can charge."

[doubled_speed]

It would be amusing for him to try and lash out. He might be confused for Tommy to never be where he swung for.

"Sickness comes, mostly, from little microbes. They cling to the skin, among other things. You can make yourself, and others, sick, if you don't clean them before dealing with stuff. Especially with food."

The only thing he can charge? Tommy snorts in amusement.

"We don't have enough stuff here for a barter economy, dude."

[saltnpepperbeard]

Ed showed off his palms. No little creatures clinging to them. He would have noticed, thank you.

"You have plenty," he argued, gesturing around them.

[doubled_speed]

"They're microscopic," he says, rolling his eyes as he points toward the sink. "Wash them. With the soap. Clean everywhere on them."

[saltnpepperbeard]

"...you keep using that word that I should have any idea what you're going on about, Man," Ed said, sounding exhausted with all this business, but he made his way to the sink with all the enthusiasm of a teenager being told to do their chores.

He gave the bar a sniff (and possibly a discreet lick), and hummed in consideration as he lathered up. Not as nice as the stuff Stede had, but not bad at all.

[doubled_speed]

Tommy takes a deep breath and looks at the older man.

"You know how telescopes let you look REALLY far away?"

[saltnpepperbeard]

"I'm not a child," Ed warned, giving him a look at that tone, feeling the familiar heat building when he felt he was being talked down to.

[doubled_speed]

"Shut up and let me finish," Tommy answered. He wasn't scared of the dude at all.

"Some time after the age of piracy, people figured out how ti arrange lenses to see things a fucking hell of a lot smaller. And they started to find that there were these really fucking tiny things called microbes, called bacteria. And plenty of those things can hide on your skin, or in all sorts of places, and when they get in you, you can get super sick. But with washing you can get a lot of them off of your skin. And when it's things you are washing you use water as hot as you can handle because that helps too."

With that he gestures to the faucet.

"It's sorta why sometimes water you find is bad water and makes you sick. But why beer doesn't. Water for beer gets boiled, and it kills most of the microbes, making t sage to drink. And that's what you wash your hands before eating stuff, or before cooking. Not for the dirt you can see, but for the things you can't."