Arctic: *opens mouth to rattle off question*

Flint: *overeager rabbit that he is, jumps in with* Oi, that's the whole reason I'm headin' out on my own in the first place! Ya know?

Arctic: *flicks a glare at Flint, gritting her teeth* Would it kill you to let me introduce the question before you spout off an answer?

Flint: *blinks* *with mock seriousness* Yes, ma'am, it sure would.

Arctic: *lets out a frustrated noise, something between a groan and a snort, and folds her arms across her chest* Whatever. *snaps* Do whatever the hell ya want, mini-demon!

Flint: *grins, content he's given himself the floor* I've had some fun with my aunties and uncles, sure, but nothin' big, nothin' legendary. Few skirmishes with some greenie Marines here and there--

Arctic: *raises brow* Greenie? You and Lakota use that a lot, Vesper, too. Wanna explain it to the audience, just in case?

Flint: *stifles a laugh* Ma didn't know what the hell I was talkin' 'bout, either, first time she heard it off my lips. I picked it up from Vesper, actually. *pauses, brow furrowed, as he'd forgotten that little detail himself* *expression clears a heartbeat later, his face filling with yet another infectious grin* Means they're fresh outta the academy, or whatever sort o' schoolin' they get 'fore they're full-fledged Marines. It's short for greenhorns. 

Arctic: *sighs* Right. Only reason I know that is 'cause I was a huge, nerdy fan of Deadliest Catch back in the day. Though that refers to newbies on the deck of a crab-fishing boat in that case. *waves a hand flippantly* Either way, carry on, Flinty.

Flint: *shrugs, rocking back on his heels a bit* That's it, mostly. I've never done anything all that dangerous with my folks' crew. After Uncle Luffy nabbed the crown, stuff died down out on the Grand Line. Lots of pirates up and quit, Marines didn't watch us as closely. Though there was always the occasional Sea King to worry about... *brightens* But like I said, that's why I wanted my own crew! We're looking for our own sorts of adventures, ones that'll knock even Pa's socks off! 

Arctic: *can't help but smile, albeit thinly, at his enthusiasm* It's a nice dream, Flint.

Flint: *beams*

Arctic: Well, that's all we have time for today. And Jesus, I want someone to drag Aika in on one of these things; Vesper enjoys them entirely too much for my liking, and you're... *gestures vaguely at Flint* ...too cheery for me most of the time. Let Unchained deal with her troublesome OCs, I say.

Flint: You love us. Don't go tryin' to deny it, Miss Arctic.

Arctic: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, yeah. *pretty much just affirming his words* Well, see ya next time, FlyingSwallow123! You're welcome any time!

Flint: *waves enthusiastically* Come 'round again, Miss!