"Okay. Yeah. He's cool."
Sam did not seem hurt by his question at all. In fact, her smirk only widened. Needless to say, she liked this guy. He didn't try and avert his eyes from her condition or try not to notice it. And he certainly wasn't feeling sorry for her either. "Oh, you know, I did think about that. But the doctors told me that I couldn't get the peg leg without the obligatory parrot and feathery hat. Though I've been working on my pirate talk just in case I ever change my mind." She winked her remaining eye before laughing with him.
"I'll be straight with you here, big guy. My sisters and I were over there talking about how much I like your beard. Are you gonna grow it out longer? Maybe get a lumberjack kind of look going on? I think it'd suit ya." She would nod to herself as if confirming her own thoughts. It was a sage-like nod as if it was some great truth revealed. Looking back at him, she would turn her smirk to a softer smile. "So really, how long you been workin' on that thing? I noticed a lot of bearded guys I've seen drink a lot, too. Does that actually help?" Her tone was serious, asking legitimate questions rather than sarcastic retorts.
"I'll be straight with you here, big guy. My sisters and I were over there talking about how much I like your beard. Are you gonna grow it out longer? Maybe get a lumberjack kind of look going on? I think it'd suit ya." She would nod to herself as if confirming her own thoughts. It was a sage-like nod as if it was some great truth revealed. Looking back at him, she would turn her smirk to a softer smile. "So really, how long you been workin' on that thing? I noticed a lot of bearded guys I've seen drink a lot, too. Does that actually help?" Her tone was serious, asking legitimate questions rather than sarcastic retorts.