[Ace happily accepts the balls, and tosses for the dogs, absolutely enjoying how relaxed he feels and how safe he feels too. This is so normal, domestic nearly, something gentle and tame and worlds away from Marines and piracy and death. This world is surreal to him, something that makes his mind hurt sometimes. And he's not sure if this is really real at this point.

But he kind of likes it. Maybe more than kind of likes it.] Yeah, we're both talented at getting shitfaced. But this? This is just a nice kind of drunk. It feels good and takes the edge off.