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Bones felt rather smug when she saw his lips twitch, ever so briefly, into a grin, sardonic as it was. She didn't let on to this, however, maintaining her own cheery smile as he assured her that he didn't have any expired crustaceans stuck in his bowels and then declared he was who he was. His eyes glimmered as if to say, Deal with it.

"I like you," she declared perhaps randomly, starkly contrasting his unspoken desire to make others hate him. "You remind me of this pirate back at Tortuga we called Salty Swab. Not only was his fur always crusted with salt—he practically lived in the sea—but he was vulgar and ill-mannered, just like you!" As ever, Bones grinned as she said this.