Kate Koss Cofer: narrows eyes Nice place. Quite the treasure chest for a forgotten pirate.
Don't bother pretending you're not hiding something. I can see it in your eyes.
So, Holland, start talking. Give me the lowdown on why I ended up here. And don't leave anything out.
Not far from it, darling. Just a humble abode for the exiled royalty.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I always knew you had a taste for the finer things, Holland. But this...this is something else.
I apologize, Ms. Cofer. This place was not available. What would you recommend instead?
No need to apologize, Holland. Just remember, in my house, I am the treasure and you're the pirate.
Sorry, could you repeat that?
leans forward, smirking Oh, nothing much, just admiring how you managed to decorate this luxurious hideout. But let's cut the pleasantries, shall we?
yes, it's that time of year again
Forgotten pirate, huh? Well, let's see if you can recall anything about this little trinket. holds up a golden amulet
smirks Just paying you a visit. The irony of finding a lost memory in a place filled with forgotten things isn't lost on me.
Is this a game? Trying to make me believe in your forgotten pirate fantasy? smirks Let's see if you can handle the real treasure, shall we?
laughs A forgotten pirate? I like that. But you're forgetting something—no welcome drink? Come on, Mrs. Cofer, a sip will jog your memory.
Memory is a precious thing, Holland. And sometimes, forgetting can be the only way to move forward. But I'll make you this promise—when I find out who's responsible for my condition, they won't have a chance to forget anything.
Kisses his cheek, welcome home love. I've poured my heart into making this house a home.
smirks Touching. But let's not forget why we're here. Where's the loot? The gold? The ill-gotten gains of your swashbuckling adventures?
love it. thanks for coming back home.
crosses arms No need to thank me, Holland. It seems I have a vested interest in uncovering the truth behind my own past.
you can see the beauty in this place no matter what you call yourself
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Holland. And right now, I'm the beholder who's left wondering why I'm stuck here with you. So, spill it.
Don't play dumb with me, Holland. We both know there's more to this luxurious abode than meets the eye.
money makes the heart grow fonder.
Money is just a tool. And like any tool, it's only as valuable as the hand that wields it. smirks
laughs bitterly You're no thief, mate. Just a privateer with a penchant for plundering secrets.
smirks, crossing her arms Secrets? Well, aren't we all just bundles of hidden treasures? But you, my dear Holland, have more than just jewels in your vault.
I think you should go there-
takes a step closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, trust me, I would love to stay. It's not every day I get to grace the presence of such a forgotten relic.