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[misterprongs]

i solemnly swear that i am up to no good.

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[delincuente]

You both think each other tells me everything, jeez!

[But she's secretly super relieved. Thinking about James as a father freaks her out almost as much as thinking about herself as a mother, one day in the distant future.]

I'm glad, though. No one needs to be putting you in charge of any kids, the way you fly this thing.

[misterprongs]

Excuse.

[ almost indignant. he just ignores the first part. ]

I'm positively brilliant at flying this thing.

[delincuente]

[You can almost hear the Kanyeshrug.]

Tay did it better.

[misterprongs]

[ pause ]

Tay?

[delincuente]

This girl's first pilot. She hasn't always been mine.

[misterprongs]

[ huh. ]

So the captain and the pilot used to be the same?

[ as he rubs his nose. ]

Don't envy that.

[delincuente]

Hey, maybe that'll be you one day. If me or Stef ever leaves, I want you to be the next First Mate.

[She says it lightheartedly, but there's a lot of gravity behind it. That's a scenario she never wants to imagine, but it's important that James knows it.]

[misterprongs]

[ . . . :c ]

Fortunately, that's not going to happen.

[ mildly ]

'cause I don't think anybody wants me in charge of a bloody ship.