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You find microwaves hard to believe.

No fire, no heat, but out comes hot food and you're telling me that's not magic? I'm not that gullible.

We've been over this. It's the same idea as the radio. It's all waves. Also, electricity.

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How comforting, then, that facts persist regardless of our belief in them.

[Danny grins and repeats,] The official bird of Redondo Beach, California is the Goodyear Blimp.

Electricity I understand, but it should be like a cooker or a kettle. Waves don't cook things. You can't fry an egg on a radio, or boil potatoes with music.

[Reynard squints for a second, and then shakes his head.]

Can't be. A blimp isn't a bird. An official bird can't be some vehicle they like.

Different waves, smaller scale.

Just... look, where's the diagram I drew you?

You can draw all the squiggly lines you like, but that doesn't make it so.

[She's going to remember this conversation the next ice age when he's graduated to email being the thing he doesn't udnerstand.]

All I'm hearing is, I'm in charge of the science education of the young lady in the cabin. Right.

By all means, as long as I'm in charge of teaching her the important things. Like how to hunt, swim, build, and evade pursuers.

Apparently they decided on this in the 1980s. The 1980s were weird.

The 80s isn't the weirdest decade. Not strange enough to get confused between a blimp and a bird.

Eh. [Danny shrugs.] No skin off my nose if you don't believe me. I just thought it was funny.

I've seen and heard some ridiculous things in my time, but that has got to be one of the most absurd. At least most other unbelievable things were done because they didn't know any better, but I expect the people who made this decision had eyes.

But I am a pirate... why you don't believe me? [ Is it the hair? ]

Nothing about the way you walk, talk or... [He gestures vaguely at the man.] ... are makes me believe you.

But... but that isn't fair... I've been a pirate for a lot of years... [ You're almost making him cry! ]

W... what else do you think I am...

[Again, more vague gesturing.] A... fisherman? A waiter?

[ The Swede doesn't even know what a waiter is and he wishes he had fish. So sad. So sad. ]

...n-now I don't want to steal your things anymore, mister. Too much sad.

I could prove it. However seeing my true form would likely destroy you. [The one thing he can do however, is to allow his eyes to change color from a dull brown to azure blue.]

[He shouldn't sound amused by this, but he does.]

So... Your proof is stuck between a parlour trick and my annihilation?

[He stares down the man as his shadow shifts. His wings unfolds and raises above his head.]

Well then. [He grabs the guy and takes flight. In a whirl of air and feathers they raise up high in the sky, before landing on the tallest building. His robe has flow open, revealing the entirety of his divine mark.]

Convinced yet?

[Oh no. Reynard doesn't really know what's going on here. He peers uncertainly at the stranger.]

Do you... want to be a pirate?

Y... yes... no... I want to sing? But I am a pirate? [ At least he cheers up talking about singing, though the singing will only worry Reynard more. Because he's a soprano. He's not even the strangest person on his crew, that's the sad part. ]

[The wings probably would have done it, but Reynard doesn't step back in time to avoid the sudden grip that takes him high into the sky. Flying is wonderful- In his Season, when he isn't so mortal. As it is, he yelps and holds onto Gabriel's arm with a deathgrip of his own.

As soon as there's ground beneath his feet, he pulls away. For a second he swells as if he's about to snap, then he exhales and flattens his coat with one decisive swipe.]

Some warning, next time, would be nice.

[Singing. Ok, they're going with singing then.]

You don't have to be a pirate to sing. Fishermen sing. But bards sing all the time. Get yourself a musician and sing all the time.

[Surely he's got to be a better singer than pirate. Right?]

[ It's beautiful, if you enjoy very high-pitched opera... probably not Reynard's thing. He pretends he's an angel or a mermaid while he's singing. ]

D... do you want me to sing for y- [ Wait no. ]

Why... aren't you a little bit scared that I am robbing you? [ That's what he's actually doing. He wants that hat. ]

I have found that some people needs overwhelming proof to believe something.

[Is he apologetic? Not really. Maybe he's even a little amused by the whole thing. He didn't get to use his wings much in Purgatory.]

[He shrugs.]

I've been robbed quite a lot, and done my own fair share.

[He considers the other man.] I think if you actually tried to rob me I'd end up robbing you instead. Except you don't have anything I want.

That wasn't overwhelming, that was rude.

[He's still standing a few paces away while he says that. Out of grabbing distance, just in case.]

Does it really matter if I believe you or not?

Ohh.. I don't have anything I want either. [ He smiles toothily. That's good, won't be getting robbed today!

He does try to make a grab for the hat though. The hat is the only reason he started following him around... if- if he had a fancy hat like that, he'd be so happy. ]

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[What's worse is that he gets the hat. Reynard's so used to folks looking for his money or weapons that he doesn't consider his hat is the target.]

Hey! [He will make a valiant effort to get it back, though. If he can't grab it then he'll damn well chase the man until he gets it back.]

[ The Swede is pretty fast but he also just goes and trips over his own feet and falls, hugging the hat tightly. ] N... no... it's mine, it's mine!

[ He'll kick! He's usually far better behaved than this so he either wants that fancy hat very badly or he's upset Reynard doesn't believe he's a pirate. Really acting out. Captain wouldn't approve. ]

[Reynard hasn't had to deal with a full grown child like this since the last time he worked in a bar. He nearly trips over the Swede, but once the man is on the ground Reynard takes a moment to collect himself.

He considers the odd situation for a second before folding his arms and frowning down at the supposed 'pirate'.]

Give me back my hat.

[ Hopefully Reynard will understand that the Swede didn't mean to cause all this trouble, there are no brain cells in this man's head. He's not the only big kid on his crew either, though he is the dumb blonde of the group. It's a miracle if he finds that ship back, honestly. ]

Oh......... but... but it's mine now. I am going back to the ship please? [ He's smiling all big. Piracy was a success! Everyone will be so impressed he did piracy. ]

I'd not like being called a liar. But all things considered, no it wouldn't matter.

Not a liar. [He corrects with a wave of his finger, and a grin.] Just wrong.

Why bother proving what you are to anyone, then? Being underestimated is a useful thing.

[Reynard holds out his hands expectantly.] Not with my hat, you're not.

[He considers the man for a second, weighing the risks. Before ultimately deciding that nothing about the stranger poses any kind of risk to him.] Besides, once Winter comes it will vanish out of your hands and return to me anyway.

N... no.. it is my hat. [ He starts to shuffle off. It's a kind of slow piracy now because if he runs he'll go and trip again. He thinks Reynard is lying about it disappearing. ]