"I had a sister," Beckett corrected, and then realized it was the first time he'd ever made such a correction. "I doubt your brother-in-law will die, anyways. Those pirate types are pretty hardy. And thirty-nine sisters? That's a lot, how d'you keep their names straight?"
He pointedly ignored her questions about the point of life, he was still trying to figure that one out for himself.
"Had?" The girl looked confused for a second, before her face fell. "Oh." Peppermint giggled at Beckett's comment about pirates. "Exactly! That's why Mama made him marry Big Sis! And I can't remember all of their names. I can remember Chiffon, Smoothie, Pudding, Praline, Flampe, Nutmeg, Akimeg, Alimeg, Harumeg and Fuyumeg, uhm… Oh! There's Amande and Brûlée and Galette!" That's all I can remember, there are still more, though."
"Huh. I guess your parents have a pretty specific taste in names," Beckett said. "I'm named for some absurdist playwright that my mom loved. Could be worse though, she could've named me Godot." He gave a soft laugh, then winced. "Y'know, Pepper, maybe the three of us should ditch the other two. I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to finding some sort of emergency room or something. Plus, they seem to be occupied with that demon stuff." He used a hand to make air quotes as he said 'demon', and added an eyeroll. While he often had difficulty pinning down what his religious beliefs–or lack thereof–exactly were, he knew that if there were demons (and he was leaning more towards them not existing), they wouldn't be walking the earth and talking to trees.
"Yeah, let's go explore town! And it was Mama that picked the names, her husbands were just so she could have kids." Peppermint giggled, a grin on her face. "I wanna find a candy store! I'm gonna go ask the old man for some money." The girl ran back towards Vozreal, waving her arms above her head. "Hey, old man! Can I have some money so me and Beckett and my other new friend can go explore town?"
"Some money, eh? Alrighty." He gave them 11 dollars.
"Have fun."
"Remind me never to meet your mother," Beckett muttered. Anyone who could birth that many kids had to be absolutely insane, he decided. Even having just one sibling had been a handful, he couldn't imagine having seventy. Seventy was too many to even get to know, it would be like living in a house of strangers.
Then again, if you had seventy siblings you barely knew, you wouldn't be as torn up when one died.
"That's not a lot." Peppermint glared up at the man. "What am I supposed to do with this? This can barely buy me a lollipop! You have lots of money, old man, I saw you pay lots at the diner!" The girl stomped her foot, her skirts bouncing with the impact.
"Then specify how much you want, Peppermint."
"Lots. A million Beri, or whatever you use. I wanna buy lots of candy!" The girl giggled at the thought of all the candy she could buy. "Lots of money!"
(How much is a Beri?)
(Like, about a dollar)
(Not sure myself, it's never been specified)
He granted her a thousand dollars.
"Have fun…" He sighed.
“Hm. You have more sisters than I have siblings,” Ivchenko commented. 18 was the count, and he wasn’t sure of how many of them were around anymore either. And that wasn’t taking into account of all of his siblings overall, that he’d ‘had’ over the course of his life.
Still holding the cigarette from before, Ivchenko took a drag from it.
The girl flipped through the stack of bills, pouting. "You gave the lady at the diner more than this, you liar! Give me how much you gave her!" Peppermint glared up at the man, her free hand balled into a fist.
"On one condition."
"What's the condition?" Peppermint continued to glare up at the man. If Big Bro Katakuri were here, he'd make the old man give me money!
"Stop calling me old man."
"Deal?"
The girl pouted. "Fine." Peppermint held out a hand, looking up expectantly.
An contract, writing her name, appeared and disappeared.
"Good." HE gave her a million and one dollar.
"What happens if I call you it again?" The girl tucked the money into her belt, rocking on her heels. "Do I die?"
"The money disappears, and you see your worst nightmare times an thousand."
"All within a second."
"Yeah, I'm sure you can do that with your demon magic," Beckett said, rolling his eyes. "C'mon, Pepper, let's get going. The old man's probably full of shit anyways." He nodded towards Ivchenko, gesturing for him to come with.