[ Oh, that is... a question. That somehow Blackbeard wasn't expecting, and also his mind uncharacteristically blanks on an appropriate lie and just rambles instead for no particular reason. ]

Pft. I can live in a tavern if I want. And I don't, anyway. I have another place, away. Elsewhere. I don't want to live with him. We'd be all over each other. ...On top of each other. ...Crowded— Crowding one another out, if we did, so... Yuck. Don't want that.

[ #nailedit ]