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When: Talk like a Pirate Day!
Where: The Fix-It Shop
What: Passing along a pirate costume
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete!
Talk like a Pirate Day. It certainly sounded interesting. Lowell had never heard of such a thing, but it would no doubt be fun. And how could someone say no to free doughnuts?
The problem, of course, was that Lowell didn’t actually own a pirate costume. Luckily, the nice girl who’d told him about the doughnuts in the first place apparently had a spare, which meant he was now at the fix-it shop she’d asked him to meet her at. “Hello? You the girl with the goods?” he asked the woman wearing a pirate costume behind the counter. He assumed it was.
Belle loved this holiday. In her mind, it was an actual holiday, with candy and presents and surprises and costumes. One of the better holidays, indeed. Though she liked them all.
She was dressed more like a cartoon pirate than a sexy or scary one, with gold hoop earrings and a scarf and an eyepatch. A bright smile crossed her lips when he came in. “I sure am! Are you Lowell?”
“The one and only,” Lowell said, glancing around the shop as he made his way to the counter. It seemed like a quaint little shop, and strangely like the kind of place that would have a pirate manning the till. “How’re you doing?”
“Pretty good. Got some donuts this morning, and then spread the wealth. Like a Pirate Captain Robin Hood, I am.” She gave him a bright smile and then dug around under the counter. There was a package down there with her brother’s old costume in it, but she’d made the mistake of putting it under the counter that she always banged her head on. She collected up the pieces that had fallen out of the bag and lifted her head. Banging it into the counter again. There was a loud CRACK! Belle gave a little yelp and stumbled back, clutching the bag to her chest. At least she didn’t fall.
Lowell winced when the girl banged her head, but she seemed well enough at least. No blood or passing out or any of that stuff. “Those of us who are doughnut poor at least appreciate your valiant efforts,” Lowell said earnestly. “Are you okay?”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Belle was fine. This was like, the third time she’d done that. Or three hundredth. Either way, her head smarted a little where she’d hit it. Thankfully, her head was at least covered by scarf and hat, so it softened the blow. She was pink with embarrassment, and shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll be fine. Head made of wood, says I. Arrr.” She said, putting on her pirate accent again. Then she held out the package to him. “Here’s me brother’s old costume.”
Lowell couldn’t stop the amused smile. “Ye yanks have some mighty strange traditions.” Not that some people didn’t celebrate holiday over there, but there were certainly no doughnut shops handing out free food. “I bin brushin’ up on me ole pirate speech so I can properly play.”
Belle laughed. “That we do, matey.” It was true--a lot of the holidays that Belle considered to be true holidays were really just funky American traditions. United States traditions. Though, she loved celebrating Día de Muertos with her family, and that was a traditional Mexican holiday, so… Anyway. “Arr, thar be plenty o’ websites I’ve used to be updatin’ me pirate speech. It be loads o’ fun, yannow.”
“That it be, lassie,” Lowell said, grinning. “I thank ye mightly for the rags. Be ye requiring this fine bootie back on the morrow?”
“Narrrr,” Belle said, shaking her head a little. She adjusted her eye patch and then picked up her fake hook. “That be a present for ye now, see? Me brother got hisself a new set of rags.” Then she brightened considerably, and pulled her phone out to show him. She turned it around so he could see a picture of her and her two brothers, all dressed up as pirates.
“That be a mighty fine lookin’ crew you got there,” Lowell said, looking at the photo and grinning. Not much in the way of family resemblance, not all siblings looked the same. “Thank ye for this. I’ll have to find a way to pay you back.”
“Why, Thankeeee.” Belle nodded softly. “I accept payment in the form of Starbucks lattes.” She adjusted her eye patch over her eye and pocketed her cell phone once more. “Soymilk. Extra vanilla.” She was kidding, though it’d worked before. And there was a Starbucks only a couple doors down from the fix-it shop.
“Extra vanilla,” Lowell repeated as a way to remember it. “Yer wish be my command, lassie,” he said. He thought over his next response for a moment, before sighing and deciding to drop the whole pirate speech thing. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” After all, it was the least he could do for the free pirate garb.
“Ye be my favorite, says I.” Belle grinned to the cute, Brit as he left the shop. Today was just getting better and better.