*pelts with 'smores*
Urgh! Sticky!
I've been writing this morning. Had a solid hour of quiet where everyone was sleeping. It was nice.
And I slept well last night. Of course Mr. K sacrificed him self for me. I appreciate it, but I do worry about him and trying to work with no sleep.
Sweet, and sweet!
He'll live.
*hides in the Cantina*
I am staying here the rest of the day.
*pets tj, sets out cucumber and sriracha sandwiches* Tea with that?
*nudges Cantina*
Not quite dead.
Just a flesh wound!