[ Lucky for Hilda, Ed's—okay, not easy to cheer up, but he is easy to distract, and that's sort of the same thing. Kind of. He's looking an inch less morose. That counts, right? ]

You think he'll show up? [ Somehow, Ed didn't consider Stede could show up with him. How the fuck would that work? He hasn't even figured out where here fuckin' is. Purgatory? Has he got one foot in the grave again? He wouldn't want that for Stede—

Shit, this is all so weird.

Oh, they're making introductions. He sticks out his hand. Been a long time since he's had to introduce himself, first meeting with Stede aside. ] Call me Ed. They, uh, I dunno what they called it. Solvunn, yeah. [ He was listening, and then he forgot everything the big bearded man told him, so. ] There's like a million goats and people kept giving me jars of fish. Hey, you want a fish jar?

[ Ed pulls a jar filled with little picked fish out of a mysterious pocket and thrusts it at Hilda. ]