Namur threw back his head and laughed, resting his elbow on the top of the boombox.

"Sweetheart, y' give plenty a them lessons for free," he chortled. He rather liked it though. "Don't think there's many swordfolk 'round here, 'cept Thatch an' Fionna. I know Thatch ain't goin' t' be big on the idea- he's already monster 'nuff with his sabers an' he's doin' this whole... old an' dyin' thing." Namur's face and tone clearly indicated what a load of shit he thought that was. "But if y' can stand Fionna for more'n five minutes, she'd prob'ly go for it."