"They are not very good at that," Barda remarked idly, already critiquing their form. Even if she did it silently right now, eyes taking in a lot of flailing and very silly clothing. "He's going to stab himself."
It wasn't certain which of the two she was referring to. She recognized the two men, or at least sort of recognized them, as their younger incarnations were slightly different from the two grown men smacking each others with spatulas. Or not, as she'd seen them both in the middle of the Mojo-World behave almost the same at least once or twice.
Barda did not understand the concept of the particular holiday. The kitschy cuteness of "Talk Like A Pirate Day" was entirely lost on her, even after Scott had attempted to explain why it was fun. But she was there - and dressed in a manner that was supposedly appropriate. That was to say, Barda was wearing the red battle bikini (as Scott had told her that was definitely acceptable attire for a BBQ) with a pair of tall black boots that Barda had dubbed suitable for wear in case she needed them. And a pair of gold hoops. She had refused to carry a prop pistol - it wasn't even functional - but had agreed to wear the bright striped scarf in her hair.
Considering the last time she's been to a party on Earth, this was definitely a change of pace. "Are we interrupting?"