[ When she says boring, Ed looks at her like he wasn't even thinking about it. Which, yeah, okay, Blackbeard would've agreed. Blackbeard would've looked for someone to get stabbed or maybe lose an eyeball...a bit of maiming. The usual.
Ed, on the other hand—Ed wants some quiet time, okay? Ed wants someone who can tell him if he's dead or not, mostly 'cause it seems like a real kick in the balls to have finally gotten what he wanted and then rolled over dead in the fuckin' night.
All of these thoughts streak through his head in a second, leading him to an entirely unrelated response: ] Nobody needs a license to serve liquor. Why do you need permission? You just serve it.
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Ed, on the other hand—Ed wants some quiet time, okay? Ed wants someone who can tell him if he's dead or not, mostly 'cause it seems like a real kick in the balls to have finally gotten what he wanted and then rolled over dead in the fuckin' night.
All of these thoughts streak through his head in a second, leading him to an entirely unrelated response: ] Nobody needs a license to serve liquor. Why do you need permission? You just serve it.