Phantom Hollow sweet potato pie

The corsair did not realize that it might have been difficult for the quiet male to comprehend his words. He only imagined that the brute didn't like to talk much, but that was easily overcome by more talking on his end. If Dune would prefer to remain quiet, Smokestep was more than pleased to provide all the words they should need to fill the void of silence. After the other male's introduction, the pirate bobbed his head and flashed a crooked sort of grin that crinkled his features a bit. “Me name's Smokestep. Pleasure's all mine,” he remarked with a bow of his skull and a quick waver of his tail.

“This place is a bit spooky, aye? Quiet; not a whole lot o' noise. I sure was glad I ran into ye, mate. Thought I was gonna be lost ta the wood the rest o' me life,” Smokestep then chattered on with a sheepish grimace and a small shrug of his nimble shoulders. “Wot are ye doin' out here on yer own?” he then asked the quiet fellow with a curious cant of his head to the side.