The Hat

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Once classes had come to an end, Lilith made sure to remind Gil of his mission before heading to Ursula's fish and chips. She didn't feel too confident, having to rely on Gil. But he wanted to escape just as much as the rest of them, so surely he wouldn't fail them.

Whoever was in charge of faith must have heard her thoughts, cause it didn't take too long for Gil to walk in, Sophie on his arm as the two sat down.

Having nothing better to do, Lilith took another good luck at the menu. She was still convinced the goblin's slop shop was better.

Noticing someone sitting down on the bar stool next to hers, Lilith didn't look away from the menu, dead set on ignoring the other vk. "I get the feeling you don't like me."

"Geez, what gave it away?" Lilith gave Harry a blank look, making the pirate boy grin.

"Is it cause I'm too unpredictable for you?"

Blinking slowly, Lilith's eyes darted to Gil, the only one who she had admitted that fact to. Well, the only one who was still on the Isle. "Did he tell you?"

"Nope, you did. Just now," Harry smirked, gulping down whatever disgusting liquid was in his cup.

Her eyes widening in realisation, Lilith was about to say something but snapped her jaw shut when she saw the amused look of Uma out of the corner of her eye. "Okay, good one, I admit."

"Just took a page out of your book for a change," Harry grinned, turning to look around the shop. "Wanna borrow one of mine?"

"Oh please," Lilith scoffed but couldn't keep the playful tone out of her voice. "What could you possibly offer me?"

As if on cue, two troublemakers started fighting, about to pull their swords when Uma intervened, yelling at them until they left.

"Know how to do that?" Harry asked.

"What? Yell at people? Yeah, pretty good at that." Lilith said sarcastically, earning her an 'you know that's not what I meant' kinda look of Harry.

"I meant use a sword."

"I'm more of a manipulation kinda gal."

"So I've noticed."

The duo shared a chuckle before Hook walked away-or more so strutted- most likely going towards the Lost Revenge that was docked just a 5 minute walk away.

The hour dragged by slowly, especially for Gil, who approached Uma and Lilith, who were in the middle of talking about what's better-stabbing someone in the back like Mother Gothel did, or to slash a throat while looking the person in the eye, which was Uma's preferred method.

"Are you ready to talk to her yet?" He asked Uma, a desperate tone in his voice.

"What, you're out of conversation material?" Uma asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Almost! We've been sitting over there forever. I did what you said. She thinks we're on a date. Keeps asking me about my hobbies and whether I enjoy long walks on the beach. I've seen a lot of pictures of her cats," He groaned while Lilith raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with cats?"

"Nothing, but I'd much prefer meeting a cat to seeing pictures of one," Gil rolled his eyes before turning to Uma. "I told her you wanted to chat now."

"Fine. Lilith, stay close in case I need you."

Mock saluting at the request, Lilith watched as Uma squared her hat on her head and walked over to the table, to where a young woman in a red wizard's robe was seated, sipping bilge and snacking on a side of fried clams. "Hi, Sophie?"

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