[Wipe, wipe, wipe and tah-dah dry pans! But he has to stand on a chair to reach the pan hanging rack; tsk, being tiny sucks. And because he can be a chatterbox when he feels like it, he starts to fill the quiet.]

Oh hey, you know. I met a girl from our world and she's a pirate too. We traded stories one night and we kinda became friends somewhat after that. Seemed like she misses the sea real badly, so I took her to go sailing in your-- er. [Oops. Should've started with that first.] a-ahaha, you don't mind me borrowing your skiff, do you?