"Well, there is that," Alfred allowed with an easy grin. Really, when he said rich there was a sort of persona that went along with it, in his mind. The word didn't just imply having money, but having the sort of lifestyle that went with it. Nice clothes, fancy galas, sitting around in parlors smoking cigars and drinking fancy foreign liquors. Alfred didn't really want any of those things — if he had more money, he likely would just use it all to spend more time at sea.
"There are stories about gentleman-pirates," he allowed. "The sorts with footmen, and lavish cabins, eating delicacies all day. I wouldn't ever want to be that sort of rich." Really, that sort of lifestyle just seemed rather ridiculous to him. He'd always been more of the rough-and-tumble, hardier edge of the middle class, and that had been before he'd lived with nothing at all for years in the wilderness. He'd feel foolish trying to pretend he was anyone grand.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER
"There are stories about gentleman-pirates," he allowed. "The sorts with footmen, and lavish cabins, eating delicacies all day. I wouldn't ever want to be that sort of rich." Really, that sort of lifestyle just seemed rather ridiculous to him. He'd always been more of the rough-and-tumble, hardier edge of the middle class, and that had been before he'd lived with nothing at all for years in the wilderness. He'd feel foolish trying to pretend he was anyone grand.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER