Leslie could see it, getting an exotic parrot only to sell it to some schmuck for thousand of dollars or gold or whatever it was that pirates used as currency. It was a brilliant ploy, if she could say so herself. And she imagined they made a lot of money out of it. "So they would sell it, but no one would have it on their shoulder... huh...." Leslie said a bit thoughtfully. "I think it would have been kind of cute."
Killian's hook was interesting to say the least. Leslie had never met anyone with a hook for a hand, but there was a first time for every thing. She let go of his hand gently, and nodded to answer him.
"Aye, Killian-themed," she said with a playful wink. "What I envision is an interior that looks like the inside of a ship because I think that the sea is very much in your blood. It's going to look classy, deep mahogany wood for the bar, and the backing of the chairs and maybe booths, still haven't decided yet." She paused and backed away from the building as she examined it with a careful eye. Ideas upon ideas were in her head, and it was all a matter of implementing them.
"I think that the front of the tavern could be all glass. With tall bar tables and stools near the window to look out. Warm lighting, sconces on the wall, a chandelier. The bar area will have a big mirror behind all the bottles, and above that a skull and crossbones. You're a pirate, but that's not all you are. I also think there could be large armchairs in the back of the tavern, with small table in between for intimate conversation. Maybe some books because you're an intellectual."