Huh.

[xp_daytripper]

I spend three days sleeping off an overload hangover (plus eating my weight in vegetarian food) and Stuff happens. Welcome back, War.

Edit: Thanks to whoever carried me off the jet and put me to bed - I was out of it the whole way back.

Except for when I threw up. Apologies for whoever dealt with that and all. Dead cities are not good for the digestion, apparently.

Comments

[xp_darcy]

That is the way of things around here. You feeling better? Need more fuel?

[xp_daytripper]

Feeling much better. And I never say no to food, even tho' Angie ordered in enough to feed an army, it looks like.

How are you doing after all that... shite? I haven't had a chance to check up on things yet.

[xp_darcy]

I'll send some extra mixed pastries from Betty's home via Doug, just don't let Ange hoard the cinnamon rolls. Not that she would ever, of course. ;)

Glad you're feeling better.

[xp_tarot]

I WOULD NEVER not when Amanda's recovering at least. She deserves alllll the cinnamon rolls she wants.

[xp_darcy]

I think there's three or four in there, so plenty.

[xp_cypher]

And she was smart enough to get me my own stuff as a delivery fee.

Might even be a biscuit in there for a certain fuzzy critter who hangs out in your space a lot.

[xp_darcy]

Oooh yes the one that looks like a fire hydrant is for Wolfie! It's human safe, but not particularly sweet or tasty.

The pastries were your delivery fee, the kiss was a tip for extra great service. ;)