Muse: Lalalala :::knitting a fic:::: Lalalala :::Minding own business:::::
Jack: Uh, pardon me...
Muse: Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say hello?
Jack: No, I said ‘ello. But that’s close enough.
Muse: Oh. Well, if it isn’t Captain Sparrow!! What can I do for you?
Jack: Sorry to bother you, luv, I can see you’re busy, but I’d really like to share with you my sense of moral outrage.
Muse: Er...what? What seems to be the problem?
Jack: This! :::waves new fic:::
Muse: Oh, you read that, did you?
Jack: Yes indeed, and I have a bone to pick with you.
Muse: Guess you didn’t like that one much.
Jack: Like it? It ruined my whole bloody day!
Muse: But I gave it a happy ending! It’s even got some nookie in it. What’s the problem?
Jack: The problem is, luv, you and all your scary little writer minions. You’ve got a lot of gall, angsting a fellow half to death without even asking nicely first!!
Muse: It’s called artistic license, my friend.
Jack: Artistic license.
Jack: Well, what the hell is that, then?
Muse: Kind of like...a letter of marque.
Jack: Ah. Well. Where can I get one?
Muse: An artistic license?
Jack: Aye, that’s the one.
Muse: Well...you...uh...have to apply for it. And renew it every year.
Jack: Izzat so?
Jack: Well, if I had one, your name would be ‘Testicle.’
Muse: WHAT? You’re from a period movie !! You’re not even supposed to know that word, are you???
Jack: You’d be amazed at the words I know.
Muse: That’s not fair!!
Jack: Artistic whatsit, sweetheart. Or should I say...Miss Testicle.
Muse: Eew!! Oh, fine. As long as I don’t have to go by it in public.
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Jack: Nookie, eh?
Muse: :::pouting:::::: Yes.
Jack: .....What’s that mean?
Muse: Ha !!! So much for your impressive vocabulary!!
Jack: Speak up!! What is it?? You haven’t got me doing anything...embarrassing, do you?
Muse: You didn’t even read the whole thing, did you !!!???????
Muse: Oh, here. Good grief. ::::pages rustle::::: See?
Jack: ::::::: ........ :::::::::
Muse: So? Does it meet with your approval, Mister Fussy Pirate Pants?
Jack: :::snicker:::: Oh.
Muse: Yeah, I was kinda proud of that one myself.
Jack: Your name’s still Testicle.
Muse: We’ll just see about that.