[ Well... Percival probably wasn't too far off the mark in his initial assessment. He is a fool, and learning still. Wisdom doesn't exactly crop up overnight. But what he lacks in world experience, he tries to make up for in love for his craft; the atmosphere of the ship's shifted, and this time he laughs at the backhanded compliment rather than letting his mood rankle again. ]
Very well. Come judge them whenever you please.
[ It sounds a little bit like a challenge, his mood lifted enough to harbor a thread of haughty confidence. ]
I would welcome your appraisal.
[ A bit of prickliness he can deal with—at the end of the day, it's water off a duck's back. So maybe Percival's not as insufferable as he first seemed. ]
bye britt
Very well. Come judge them whenever you please.
[ It sounds a little bit like a challenge, his mood lifted enough to harbor a thread of haughty confidence. ]
I would welcome your appraisal.
[ A bit of prickliness he can deal with—at the end of the day, it's water off a duck's back. So maybe Percival's not as insufferable as he first seemed. ]
goodbye forever britt
[ They truly are of a sound mind now, easy confidence and douchebaggery.
Eventually, the ship breaks the stratosphere, guiding itself lower and lower and not needing very much guidance from either of them at all.
It's a Christmas miracle. ]