"I can see that," replied Daphne, matching socks from end to end before placing them on the ground and rolling them up together. "How do you find things? It must take you forever just to find a pair of clean trousers. Speaking of which, I don't suppose you own a nice pair of jeans? Jeans go well with--" He was petting her. Patting her own head, she twisted slightly to peer up at him suspiciously. Whaaat--"Thank you. Your hair is...it's...um. It's...there."

Right. Good compliment. Back to clothes. Daphne began to pile all his shirts on her lap, leaving the candy inside the trunk for now. If Celandine or Garret saw the contents of the chest they'd think they'd hit the jackpot and run off with their booty....because that's what pirates did.

Pillage. And burn. Maybe she could get them to burn the hat and boxers too.