Perfect Piratical Pastry Pals {{Anz}}

Grant glanced around the room he was currently sitting. His normal classroom was undergoing repairs...He growled as the memory entered his mind. Some jackass students decided to bust into his class to smoke a few joints. And they did it right next to his store of gunpowder.

He shook his head. He hoped they were recovering well, it'd do good for them to relax in the hospital before they got shipped off to Detention Island. The pirate chuckled, before turning his attention back to his blunderbuss. He was hanging out in the teachers lounge while his classroom was being finished. He would have been in his quarters, but he was working on a project in there and didn't want to disturb it.

The blunderbuss sat in his lap, and he was running a small cloth over the metal of the barrel. The metal gleamed in the light, still slightly wet from the oil. He was finally satisfied with the shine, and started putting his supplies away. He glanced up, his feet still on the table and gave a two fingered salute.

"Allo' There." He greeted. He didn't know much of the other faculty, so he figured he should be polite.

@"Anzellous"

Grant gave the woman a quick once over. She was short, shorter than him that's for sure. She seemed healthy though, very full. She reminded Grant of an old friend of his, a bar-girl in Tortuga. The pirate cracked a sly grin as he remembered her. She was a lively one.

He chuckled, taking the woman's hand and shaking heartily. For a man who did as much piracy as him, his hands were very delicate. Came with the gunsmithing, he supposed.

"Captain Grant Mackenzie, Ye can jess' Call me Grant Lass." He grinned. "Yer face, it'sa new one round these parts. Least, it is ta' Me." He commented, not removing his boots from the table.

@"A M E N O"

Grant's parrot, Rose, squawked at the cat as the feline batted at Grant's boots. He chuckled, and removed his heavy boots from the table. "No worries lass, no worries." He said, running a hand down Roses back. "Rose 'ere ain't much better."

The pirate paused for a moment, contemplating her words. "That's Cookin', ye?" He asked, glancing over to the spoon-twirling woman.

Another chuckle as she requested his height. "Aye Lass. What do ye need me ta grab?" He asked, moving to stand next to her, leaving his blunderbuss on the table. When he was next to her, the height difference was clearly obvious.

@"A M E N O"

The pirate nodded, glancing through the shelves. "Useful skills ta have." He answered, before he spotted the bag she was describing. He had pulled it a few inches forward, when it started glowing. He watched with an amused look in his visible eye, his eyebrow raising.

He watched the bag as if floated towards the shorter woman who took a hold of it. Grant followed her back to the table, chuckling. "I'd enjoy that. I've learned over my life to never turn down a free meal." Ever the gentleman, Grant moved to pull a chair out for Shellie. Once she was settled in, Grant moved to sit in his own chair, moving his blunderbuss and setting it down, barrel first.

"Besides, I 'avent met much of the other staff around the school. I've been meaning ta get to know a few more of y'all." He laughed loudly, smiling broadly. "How long 'ave you worked here?"

@"A M E N O"

The pirate smelled the aroma of the sweet cream puffs and his eye widened. He licked his lips subconciously as the puffs were doled out onto a plate. He could tell they were homemade, and they smelled delicious. Grant had always had a bit of a sweet tooth, but was never really able to act on it due to his being a pirate. Sweets didn't last long on the high seas.

Grant grinned broadly as she passed him the plate. He quickly made a strange hand gesture and muttered a few words Shellie couldn't catch, before he picked one of the puffs up. He listened to the woman speak, before nodding wit ha smile.

"Ah, ye did, did'je? That might explain why ye looked a tad familiar." He laughed, before he took a bite of the cream puff, eye widening in surprise. "This be absolutely delicious lass. Well done." He finished the pastry and picked up another before he spoke again.

"As fer me? I've been here since th' Beginnin'. Board of directors an' all that." He said nonchalantly, like it wasn't a big deal. He took another bite of the puff, devouring it quickly.

@"A M E N O"