His conversation with Mr. von Karma having gone as well as could be expected, Guybrush scuttled into his next shift, thankful for the nurse's interruption for a change. "Ah, arts and crafts. Another activity I was probably better at when I had two hands, but I'll bet I've got an advantage in crocheting now."
His usual narration was brief- every pun he'd been considering involving hooks and yarn was tossed aside as his eyes landed on the figure of his (soon-to-be/already) wife. "Elaine! Of all the times for DeLandel to have grabbed her, it was from that one period where she was slightly less capable than normal. Hopefully, she didn't have it too rough last night without me by her side, defending her honor and body with nothing more than a shovel and my undaunted charisma. Okay, time to make sure Morgan and LeChuck haven't made me look like an idiot at any point in the last twenty-four hours."
Guybrush smoothed his hair with his hand, feeling like a lovesick teenager as he took the seat next to his darling Plunderbunny. This was still the same Elaine who would ultimately end up marrying him- she had turned out loving him even when he was younger and far more foolhardy than he was now with his years of piracy experience and fine beard. Why did the thought of conversing with her make his insides melt again?
Oh yeah, it was probably the thought that she might not marry him after all, not like the older, more mature Guybrush Threepwood for some reason and end up with LeChuck or some other man who could swash her buckles. It wasn't going to happen. Everything would be a thousand times easier if she was the Elaine who'd been stuck with him for years and was committed to him rather than the Elaine who still had a chance to change her mind and hadn't yet had him rescue her from her golden transformation.
Guybrush realized he was sitting and staring at her awkwardly- smooth. "Elaine, my beautiful butterfly, I'm glad to see you in one piece. I couldn't find you last night- got interrupted by these monster frogs in the hallway, then the guy I was with started speaking in French and everything got a little weird. I'm thinking you should give me your room number so I can come straight to you next time. And you should probably just stay in your room at night. Not wander around without me."
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His usual narration was brief- every pun he'd been considering involving hooks and yarn was tossed aside as his eyes landed on the figure of his (soon-to-be/already) wife. "Elaine! Of all the times for DeLandel to have grabbed her, it was from that one period where she was slightly less capable than normal. Hopefully, she didn't have it too rough last night without me by her side, defending her honor and body with nothing more than a shovel and my undaunted charisma. Okay, time to make sure Morgan and LeChuck haven't made me look like an idiot at any point in the last twenty-four hours."
Guybrush smoothed his hair with his hand, feeling like a lovesick teenager as he took the seat next to his darling Plunderbunny. This was still the same Elaine who would ultimately end up marrying him- she had turned out loving him even when he was younger and far more foolhardy than he was now with his years of piracy experience and fine beard. Why did the thought of conversing with her make his insides melt again?
Oh yeah, it was probably the thought that she might not marry him after all, not like the older, more mature Guybrush Threepwood for some reason and end up with LeChuck or some other man who could swash her buckles. It wasn't going to happen. Everything would be a thousand times easier if she was the Elaine who'd been stuck with him for years and was committed to him rather than the Elaine who still had a chance to change her mind and hadn't yet had him rescue her from her golden transformation.
Guybrush realized he was sitting and staring at her awkwardly- smooth. "Elaine, my beautiful butterfly, I'm glad to see you in one piece. I couldn't find you last night- got interrupted by these monster frogs in the hallway, then the guy I was with started speaking in French and everything got a little weird. I'm thinking you should give me your room number so I can come straight to you next time. And you should probably just stay in your room at night. Not wander around without me."