It's not a trade, I'm robbing you

Did it take her uncle long to get there? No. Was his response prompt and well within the acceptable range? Yup. Was Sparrow going to pretend to be bored to death as if she had been waiting at least the past year and through the whole Ooze? Absolutely. She worked to lean herself against a tree as if she had almost dozed off entirely. When he appeared, asking who she was and what happened to his dearly beloved niece, she faked a big startle. "Oh fuck, I was starting to think you'w're dead," she teased, but adding with a slight smile due to the previous Ooze, "I'm glad you aren't."

Did she ignore his previous question? Yes, her thoughts were important and she had worked on the perfect spill.

Now onto business, because Sparrow was hellbent to shove down the previous sappiness. "Now, while I was bored to death waiting for you, I pondered what would have happened if the pirates... say... raided for some weed." Before he could say anything- even if he wasn't- Sparrow held up a paw, "Ah-ah-ah, I hear you saying, 'but Sparrow, you're my favorite family member,' and, 'I'd give you all my weed for free,' and while I appreciate it, I think a raid would be more fun, right?" She dropped her charade with a small, puppy-like wag of her tail, obviously proud of her pitch. "So? Whaddya think?"