Silence hung in the air between Shantae and not-Risky-Boots. The pregnant half-genie stood there with a cross look and cross arms, glaring down the not-pirate in her horribly bad disguise. Shantae tapped her foot, wanting 'Ricky' to drop this whole thing and get the hell out of town.

"Really." Shantae blandly asked.

"Ricky Barrow is Ricky Barrows, no one else!" Ricky put on a huge smile that pushed off any faults that would give her away. "This is my first time in these lands, and I got to say…" She looked around with wandering eyes, like she hadn't been here at any point in her life. 'Ricky' even gazed over to a watchtower armed with a cannon that was specifically built for a notorious pirate that resembled the fishmonger. "…this place looks ready for a major naval war. You have a problem with pirates?"

"Yes." Shantae grunted. "With a certain one." Shantae managed to put on a smile. "In fact, I dare say you resemble that certain one."

"A certain pirate, huh?" Ricky licked her lips in thought. "I think…I know of this certain lady pirate…"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mention that the pirate was a lady." Shantae pointed out with a bigger smile.

"Can't you not tell by the way I walk I'm a lady?" Ricky asked, shimmering closer to Shantae in the most overblow and ridiculous manner possible. "My parents named me Ricky to avoid the stigma of being treated like a stupid lady in the fish business. My parents have been keeping this business running for hundreds of years and I have no intention of ruining my family name by becoming a pirate."

"That's impossible." Shantae sighed, letting Ricky get a little confident before adding, "You're already a pirate."

"No no no." Ricky waved her hands around frantically. "I am never a pirate. No intention to join a illegal profession." Shantae couldn't help but let out a small little giggle at Risky's bad attempt to hide. A sudden and nonsensical issue with grammar with the intention of trying to sound foreign…Shantae did break her train of thought to wonder if Risky was a native to Sequin Land.

But she quickly got back on track with another question. "So…a blonde?" She said as she pointed towards the obvious and messy wig.

"Aye." Risky shot out, not really aware that most regular fishmongers don't use that term. "Momma was a blonde and so was grandaddie from my pa's side…"

"So your father is purpled-haired?" Shantae asked while pointing to a side of Risky's head. Risky panicked and fiddled with the wig, showing off more of her bandana and strands of purple hair than the very tiny and very easy to miss hint of purple. Risky's eyes went wide and her mouth quivered. She reached up, felt around underside of the wig and realized the deception. "Yeah." Shantae huffed. "Like I didn't see RIGHT through the wig."

"Keep it down." Risky hissed, putting her regular voice back on. "Nina would resent you if she were to found that that her daddy was executed thanks to her momma."

"You already have a escape route planned out." Shantae figured.

"I do, but I don't want to cause trouble now. I just want to see the mother of my child." Risky admitted, bending over slightly to avoid detection. "So, how are you and Nina?"

"Good, but I do believe you went back on a promise." Shantae growled. "Never again would I set foot on Sequin Land? Sound familiar?"

"Which is why I'm Ricky Barrow and not Risky Boots." Risky hissed, trying to get Shantae to be quieter. "I got lonely, I admit. Not even someone as heartless as me could go long without actual human interaction. Got to say…I really do miss our little talks."

"Yeah, I miss the days where I used to whip you in the face with my hair." Shantae grunted as she laid a gentle hand down on her exposed belly. "And trust me, despite my condition, I will be really happy if I get to smack you in the face once more. Why would you risk everything just to say hi?"

"Is that you think I would come down to say?" Risky smiled as she reached into her apron and pulled out a notepad. "I think we should talk business elsewhere, huh?" She quickly scribbled out something and ripped off a note for Shantae, using her Ricky voice again. "Later, tonight. Before I have to make departure to go get more catch." Shantae barely glanced at the note before tucking it into her pocket. "See you later good lady! I wish you well on your child!" Ricky waved to Shantae as 'he' returned to the stand to continue selling fish.

Shantae quickly grew worried of her surroundings and looked up and around. It seems like Risky had gotten lucky; neither Sky nor Wrench had gone off to look for the missing half-genie. It had been nearly a hour since they last saw each other. Did something come up?

But regardless of the current presence of her mother hen, Shantae turned around and head back into the main road of town. Once the crowd covered her up, she decided to actually read the note. Scrawled in thin strokes of ink was written: "10 o'clock at the old place." Shantae couldn't help but swallow some heavy air.

"There you are!" Came the cry of the mother hen Sky as she walked off in a huge huff. Rottytops, carrying a oversized bag of mixed coffee beans, came up right behind her. "You shouldn't have run off, what if you had another muscle spasm?"

"I'm healthier now. I'll be fine on my own." Shantae once more tried to affirm her position as someone who didn't need a babysitter or need someone to ferry her around all the time.

"Honestly?" Sky sighed as she came right into Shantae's face. "You really do need a babysitter…or at least someone to ferry you around if you're just going to run off."

"You ran off." Shantae pointed out and as well to the giant bag of coffee beans that Rottytops was having a big issue holding up. At this point, the bag became a lethal weapon…to someone that already died. "I just browsed a bit. Found a few things." Shantae held her bags. "I'm ready to go home, warden."

Sky didn't appreciate the nickname but did lead on back in the direction of the lighthouse. Shantae followed right behind them, helping Risky with her large collection of coffee beans from around the world. While Shantae felt like sticking around longer to do more shopping, she needed to return home for now.

If she were to visit Risky later tonight, she would need to come up with a plan to sneak past Sky.