It's such an odd thing to see him smile. Which is funny to think, because he's smiled often enough in her presence, and not an hour prior he was bellowing like the most hammish actor in the world over capturing wine - and pirates are supposed to be jolly, aren't they, that's what all the stage-plays she's seen have shown. But it still strikes her as strange. Because he's so solemn in his thoughts; it takes her by surprise when he's not similarly solemn in his manner.
"Myself," she answers, and then adds, "constantly." She supposes she ought to apologize for bringing a topic this heavy to bear on a night of festivities, but then she searches her feelings and decides she's not sorry, and the reason that she likes Flint and enjoys his company is because he doesn't seem to mind that sort of thing either.
She checks the water - it's nearly ready, good - and then arranges the cups and teapot to prepare the brew. "The spirit of this holiday, it's supposed to be the social order turned upside down, isn't it. But it's nothing of the sort. It's just a temporary removal of consequences for certain deeds - for debauchery and drunkenness and all that. It's about relieving the tension." She nods to Flint, to the remnants of the paint on his face. "But no one's actually free. On this night or any other."
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Date: 2018-11-14 02:32 am (UTC)"Myself," she answers, and then adds, "constantly." She supposes she ought to apologize for bringing a topic this heavy to bear on a night of festivities, but then she searches her feelings and decides she's not sorry, and the reason that she likes Flint and enjoys his company is because he doesn't seem to mind that sort of thing either.
She checks the water - it's nearly ready, good - and then arranges the cups and teapot to prepare the brew. "The spirit of this holiday, it's supposed to be the social order turned upside down, isn't it. But it's nothing of the sort. It's just a temporary removal of consequences for certain deeds - for debauchery and drunkenness and all that. It's about relieving the tension." She nods to Flint, to the remnants of the paint on his face. "But no one's actually free. On this night or any other."