Who:Harry;Shay (and arno if he wants);ota to uma and anyone else later. When:Now Where: Their flat I guess What:Its umas birthday and Harry wants to surprise her. Rating:Probably pg-13. Will change if needed Status:Open to friends but ask first
While Uma had taken off to have her usual beach time, the older pirate had decided to spend the day getting shite ready for later. While having a quick pop down to the sweet shops nearby had only made him frustrated when they seemed less then eager to help. Two of the shop keepers even telling him that 'trying to threaten them' wouldn't speed up the process either, and that he'd likely end up in a brig somewhere. Jail as they called it here, whatever the bleeding hell that was.
Thankfully, however, the actual cooking shite was the only thing he struggled with. Frowning at the instructions on the back of the box had him huffing a bit. Before dragging his feet toward the familiar older blokes room, box and empty pot in hand, half shoving them under the olders nose. "Ye know 'ow ta use the stove t'ing aye?"He questioned, his gaze wide and desperate. He wanted Uma's birthday to be special, a good memory for the younger captain for a change.
And he couldn't do that if he couldn't even make her bleeding food!
"Please?"He added. He could be nice, when he had to be, and this counted as one of those times. Ten fold.