"Daddy?"

"Yeah, pun'kin?"

"Tell me again how you met Mama."

"Now Carly, you know this story...'sides, ain't it time for little girls to be abed?"

"But it's my favorite! And I promise I'll go right to bed afterward."

"Oh, alright. So the first time I met yer mama..."

"No, Daddy! You're telling it wrong. You know how it starts."

"Well ain't you bein' a stubborn miss. Should make you Uncle Jayne's galley slave for a week for sassin' yer old man."

"But it's not the right story if you don't tell it the right way!"

"Some days, little one, you make about as much sense as your Auntie River. But since the little miss insists."

"I do!"

"Hush, Carly, and let me tell you your story. Back in the day, I first met yer mama when she rented one of the shuttles from me. She looked like a princess, she did. Acted like it to, 'cept for the part where she bargined me down on the rent. I'd never laid eyes on anything as beautiful as yer mama."

"Didya kiss her? When you first met, I mean."

"No, baobei. That took a good long while. Matter o' fact, she whapped me a good one right in the face a'fore we even got around to the kissin'"

"Really? Why'd she do that? Didn't she like you?"

"Well, see, it was all part of this intricate plan we had to rob a train, see, and..."

"But then you kissed her, right?"

"Well, not exactly. See, then there was this duel on account of some other fella sayin' something mean to her.

"What's a duel?"

"A swordfight. I even got stabbed. Right here, see?"

"But I bet she kissed it and made it all better, didn't she?"

"Yeah, uhhh...eventually. Now it's late, Carly. Close yer eyes."

"G'night, Daddy."

"Sweet dreams, little one."