Is? He will never understand that. Even if he probably should. Ace is dead and he isn't. He himself should be dead and isn't. And if Pops comes by...he doesn't know. It will be adjusting. Shifting again. Pain and chaos and confusion but good things too, he imagined.

"Older brother?" Thatch raised his eyebrows at that and smirked. "No doubt being the young sweet maiden that you are." This said with sincerity since many women were also young sweet maidens no matter their age or marital state.

"We should have a party for him when things settle in," he said, picking around her question. "Will you lend me your planning expertise, sweet lady?"