[color=a36209]"So anyways, anyways."[/color] she avidly told her friend, a mug of ale clasped in one hand with a bit of liquid trickling between two sticky fingers, [color=a36209]"Th'nex' day th'firs' mate comes runnin'n down to'th'cap'n's quarters an' he wails, 'Cap'n! Cap'n! They's [i]twenny[/i] Imperial sheps on th'orizon! What d'we do?!'"[/color] she threw forward her head as she told the joke, preemptively breaking out into her own chuckling and snickering. She had to take a moment to calm down before she could go on, [color=a36209]"Righ', righ'. So th'firs' mate asts, 'Should w'git'che yer red shart?' an' th-th--"[/color] she broke into another bout of laughter. This joke was always far too funny, [color=a36209]"Righ'. So th'cap'n says, 'No lad. Git-- Git me m'brown trousers!'"[/color] this earned a roar of laughter at her own joke. She raised her mug and took a drink, sputtering a little from her own amusement.

The day had just begun for the two, but Pip would be damned if she didn’t start off her “morning” without a drink. She wasn’t the type to sleep in, but she also wasn’t the type to run on too little. The redhead had become accustomed to waking at noon every day, enjoying a drink and a good chat, and heading out for their daily work early in the afternoon. She used her free hand to prick more seeds from her eyes. Where did those things keep coming from?

[color=a36209]“Anyway, anyway. I know y’must’a ‘eard that’un b’fore, bu’ I swear it don’t make it any less funny. Gimm-Gimmie m’brown trousers. Bloody brilliant!”[/color] another gulp of the drink yielded empty. She peered into the cup in disappointment, as if she simply wasn’t [i]seeing[/i] the rest of her beverage. When her observation came up fruitless, she set the mug down on the counter,

[color=a36209]“Y’finished wit’cher drink, Joey?”[/color] the girl inquired, resting her arms against a leg that’d been propped on the stool, [color=a36209]“Figger s’a good time t’be ‘eadin’ out?”[/color] admittedly, she was always excited. When every day was a party like it was for Pimmy, what [i]wasn’t[/i] there to anticipate?