Infamous Thomas
"All in good fun, Ah am certain." She laughed, lightly thumping her heel into the crate. "You ahve a name, boy?"
"Aye. My name’s Thomas, miss," the youth offered a short bow, with that same mischievous grin on his face. "Would yae mind tellin me yers too?"
“Me name is Mary.” Her smirk curling with mischief. “So Thomas, what brings you ‘bout th’ harbor, yeh? Not simply takin’ a simple stroll, ahre ye?” She teased, giving him a knowing glint.