Same friend. Actually.

[ Look, he's not trying to avoid the truth or anything, he's just, hasn't really figured out what he wants to call himself or how much all the stuff that used to be Blackbeard is also Ed. Was Ed ever a pirate captain? Was the captain only ever Blackbeard? Is Ed a pirate who wants to run an inn or is he an innkeeper who used to be a pirate? It's a lot to think about.

Way too much to get into with this woman he met, like, ten minutes ago.

The pink woman grabs his arms. Ed looks up. He follows her to the stall manned by a pale guy with freaky red eyes and a couple sharp teeth behind his lips. The vibes are a little demonic, but Ed's trying not to judge. Everything here's weird, so...

Oh, gloves. Alright, yeah. He peers at them. ] Well, usually I like something that gives the fingers a bit of movement [ he wiggles said fingers ] so you can be quick when you gotta reach for your knife to—

[ Wait. ]

—get rid of those guests who won't leave, you know. At the inn.

[ This sounds like something that'd happen in the innkeeping business. ]