"What in the Kraken's soggy wet eggsacks just feckin' happened?" Marlin asked, dumbfounded as she looked over the table and food that had been thrown into disarray, that mysterious fellow Goodman and his dog(?) human(?) companion rushing out the door in a flash, and the two men coddling the cat and arguing over her ownership until Jack left upstairs.<br/><br/>She shook her head. "Now I'm none the wiser and the shrimp are all over the floor. Urgh..."<br/>After downing what little remained in her mug, she looked to Alec and Freddie. "Well, hearties, I hope there's still some stuff to eat in the back, to replace the losses. Only brought drink, ain't a good idea to load up on that without something in your stomach! But for right now, what say we play a little game or something? Got some darts and a board lying around that we can use, Freddie-boy?" she asked as she elbowed him jovially but gently (at least by her standards).<br/>"I'll go see if Captain Flirt is up for joinin'. Man's taking a long time putting that cat away," she remarked, and gave them a little finger-salute off the side of her hat as she moved up the stairs to go look.<br/><br/>It didn't take too long for her to open the door and find him sprawled on the bed with the cats occupying him as much as they did the rest of the room, somewhat like he was part of the furniture. With a chuckle, she put her hands on her hips and whistled. "Unbelievable. Falling asleep surrounded by pussy, eh? Is this the only way you can get close to living that dream, Prince Charming?"<br/>She'd love to play some kind of prank on him, but luckily for him she wasn't too fond of cats. Not that she would tell Freddie that, of course. She... tolerated them. But they didn't seem to like her much either. Maybe they could sense her inner fishiness.<br/>"Fine, take your nap." She closed the doors behind her, turning to head back downstairs and see if Freddie had some kind of game for them.