"Ah, yes, Corsairs," Abigail responded as the pair found a booth in the corner of the room, "Bloody bastards should learn that Southampton makes better ships than their hammered sheet metal."
Lachlan and her sat down, and were promptly greeted by Christie and a platter of Earl Grey.
"Anything else, constables?" Christie asked, with a feign smile.
"I could do well with a scone. You Mr. McArthur?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.