#captain padra

[mistmantlenonsense]

Taloness: Alright, hands in the air! Nobody try anything funny

Padra, whispering to Fingal: please don’t do it, I’m begging

Fingal, immediately as loud as possible: kinda smells like updog in here

[mistmantlenonsense]

Arran: Sorry about this.

Padra: It's okay, maybe when we're married—

Arran: When we're-?

Padra: -merry! When we're very merry Christmas!

[mistmantlenonsense]

Crispin: Arran can’t be good at everything! There has to be something she’s bad at! Maybe she’s a terrible kisser

Padra: No she’s good at that too

Crispin: What?

Padra: What?

[mistmantlenonsense]

*on the phone*

Padra: Crispin I need you to come pick me up

Crispin: Why?

Padra: Arran is passive aggressively washing the dishes she asked me to do 6 hours ago

Padra: This house isn’t safe anymore

[mistmantlenonsense]

*fishing*

Fingal: *throwing stones at fish*

Padra: You know we have fishing rods for that

Fingal: Oh yeah, I forgot about that *throws fishing rod at the fish*

[mistmantlenonsense]

Crispin: So how did you know Padra was the one?

Arran: He looked at me the way woman want to be looked at

Crispin: Awwww

Arran: with fear in his eyes

Crispin:

Cedar: awwww

[mistmantlenonsense]

Padra: Fingal, can I talk to you for a second?

Fingal: Oooh someone’s in trouble

Fingal: It’s me, I don’t know why I said that

[mistmantlenonsense]

Crispin: Are you two fighting or flirting?

Arran: We are fighting

Padra: We are flirting