Leslie was naive in many ways, and while she leaped into things with a blind sense of hope, she knew deep down that it wasn't an easy task. And this place just seemed like it would be harder than most. It wasn't just the town, it was the people. Hook was right, the common theme that bound them all together was "fuck this place", and that made it exceedingly harder to get any sort of motivation out of those people. It wasn't going to be easy, and Leslie was pretty sure it was going to be damn near impossible.
She took another sip of the grog, and gave Hook a small smile. If she didn't keep her own spirits up there would be no point in making such grandiose plans for the town. And maybe she was biting off more than she could chew. From what Hook was telling her maybe they didn't want anything to change. They were content with just floating along and surviving.
Leslie sighed softly. "I guess there are a lot more problems than fixes," she said, slightly disheartened. "I don't know much about the town, and maybe most of what I want to do is a bad idea. But I can't not try, you know?"
She finished the rest of her drink, and pushed her cup toward Hook for a bit more grog. She was starting to feel light headed, and happy. Grog was good, and Leslie felt she needed it more than she needed to organize. Besides, she was enjoying Hook's company, and friends always came before work, and only sometimes before waffles. But work, well, work was always third, and she didn't mind that one bit.