[ guaranteed that whatever joke he's thinking about, she's heard some variation of it before; people aren't very creative that way. but no joke comes, so she doesn't have to react the way she would normally, which would be a big, fat raspberry. ]

Is that what they're callin' us? [ she considers it for a second, scrunching up her nose before shrugging both shoulders. ] Makes sense, I guess.

[ he mentions the chest glowing when she's mid-sip on her drink again, and she gives voice to a soft noise of understanding, remembering to swallow before speaking. ]

Oh! You mean like it does when you touch somebody? Made me feel like a walkin' nightlight. Plus there's this whole feelings swap thing goin' on. Real intense. [ she tilts her head, as if considering, and then just blurts out: ] Made bangin' the pirate extra fun, though.

[ because that's something he definitely wanted to know about. ]