"You wh-- no. Right. Of course that was a thing that happened," Stanley said on something of a sigh; he didn't know why he asked some days. "I don't think I would have made it as a pirate." He hadn't even been all that good at playing pretend at the Hotel, actually.
"Mighty, huh?" Stan asked, fingers of his free hand curling around around Killian's forearm even as he looked up overhead at the tunnel -- glass and sharks and gallons upon gallons of water. Owning an aquarium must have been an insurance nightmare. "I like the little ones. Leopard sharks?" They were sleek and kind of cute. Maybe still a little dangerous too. Like Killian.