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Francis sat up quickly. "Poppy?"
He didn't seem to notice, his back to her as he looked through them.
"But I was not born with normal legs."
She raised an eyebrow playfully. "When was the last time you took a shot, first mate?"
He was quiet, watching over her.
He did the same.
She pointed a leg at him. "Normal leg."
"Definitely, yes. Let's do this."
He was quiet, nodding slowly.
"I could if I wanted!"
She pursed her lips. "..Shots."
He nodded, going to the files.
"I don't feel right about that.."
"I don't have a tail!"
She pursed her lips before going to order a drink.
"Yeah, we're good. Let's find a mission."
"..Sometimes, I think?"
"And you're a father and were in a bar."
He nodded. "I think he's on a mission anyways."
"I'm part fish!"
