[ That's absolutely a niftier and way less creepy portrait of Ed than Lucius' bizarre fever dream drawings. Actually, it's quite nice. The beard squiggles are accurate, and he approves of what look like the start of some seashells.

Ed squints at Jerry. A thousand dollars? ] Sounds like a fuckload of doubloons.

[ More rum goes down his gullet. Bonus of being all-powerful? He doesn't even need to buy (or steal) the rum. Just...appears. Out of the air. ]

I used to have this bit of silk. From, uh, my mum? [ He tries to think. Old, old memory. ] Dunno where it went, though. Guess it's not important anymore.