Ah that smile that he flashed was enough to make a girl melt in her shoes. Or at least weak in the knees. Or both. The man was charming she'd give him that, and she didn't mind a bit being in his company. Besides, she was part of his crew now, and that somehow made Leslie feel important again. Being a part of something that she could help with.
"Oh it is iron-clad. Titanium-clad, even," she joked with him. "But setting up a shop sounds exactly like something I could do, and do well." Leslie finished the rest of her grog and then bounced to her feet. She was energized, she was warm, and when she wobbled a bit she realized that she was tipsy.
"Whoa," she said out loud and she steadied her feet. Leslie did not realize just how strong the alcohol was, and how quickly she must have drank whatever Hook gave her. A sheepish smile formed on her face, and she giggled a little. "Okay, I promise I can still do this," she said to him. "If I can organize in my sleepy, I can definitely organize when I'm a little bit tipsy."
That didn't sound right coming out of her mouth, but whatever. She was pumped for this. She wanted something to do, needed it even, and she was going to make Killian's establishment the best in town. "I an do pirate themes," she said to him. "I did it once for a party I threw in high school. It was a hit!"
"Besides, who can resist coming to a pub with such a handsome host?"