[ Mopey? Ed looks up with a frown of protest, which might not be all that effective seeing as he's in the goddamn shadows. ]
I'm not moping, I'm—ruminating, okay. There's a difference. For the record, this— [ He makes little circles around him with his hands ] —atmosphere of depression is partly to blame on improper lighting.
[ A problem he will address...right now. Thanks to the matches. The candle flares back to life. See? Much better. He shakes out the match. Now that he can actually see the lass, he realizes her hair is pink. Extremely pink. How the hell does that work? Did someone feed her a flamingo as a kid?
Ed's got questions, but Ed's also as distractable as a squirrel, so as soon as she asks him something, he's immediately thinking about it and not her hair. ]
No, I'm—you think I look like an artist? [ Should he be flattered? Not sure how he feels about that one, he'll circle back. ] I'm an [ pause ] innkeeper. Yeah. Got ourselves some sweet digs before they, uh. Kidnapped me.
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I'm not moping, I'm—ruminating, okay. There's a difference. For the record, this— [ He makes little circles around him with his hands ] —atmosphere of depression is partly to blame on improper lighting.
[ A problem he will address...right now. Thanks to the matches. The candle flares back to life. See? Much better. He shakes out the match. Now that he can actually see the lass, he realizes her hair is pink. Extremely pink. How the hell does that work? Did someone feed her a flamingo as a kid?
Ed's got questions, but Ed's also as distractable as a squirrel, so as soon as she asks him something, he's immediately thinking about it and not her hair. ]
No, I'm—you think I look like an artist? [ Should he be flattered? Not sure how he feels about that one, he'll circle back. ] I'm an [ pause ] innkeeper. Yeah. Got ourselves some sweet digs before they, uh. Kidnapped me.