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[rule_britannia]

And here we are again.

The dratted cat has already run off somewhere. I think he does it on purpose. As certain as I am that he'll come back when he's hungry, if anyone sees a small Scottish fold, white with a brown patch over one eye and a brown tail, try and corner him and let me know where he is. He's kind of noisy.





Thanks.



And welcome to the Ravenclaws sharing our dorms for the week, I guess.

Comments

[eighttimeshandy]

Yes. Don't laugh.

[rule_britannia]

[There's a pause here, and Arthur's writing goes a little wobbly]

I wouldn't dream of it, my friend.

[eighttimeshandy]

You are laughing. Shut up, I know you are, it's not funny!

[rule_britannia]

Okay, I admit it, I'm laughing.

But I also owe Marceline a Galleon so it's not all funny.

[eighttimeshandy]

Honestly, Arthur, why would you bet against a sure thing? Even I am willing to admit that I go through chess sets at an alarming rate.

[rule_britannia]

I thought I'd display a little faith in you.

[eighttimeshandy]

[inksplot]

I suppose I am gratetful. A whole Galleon though, really?

[rule_britannia]

A whole Galleon.




Ah well.

[eighttimeshandy]

I'll have to try harder to hold onto this set then. I've only had it two weeks.

[rule_britannia]

Don't feel obligated to strain yourself for my sake.

[eighttimeshandy]

It's fine. I can just sticky-tack them in place when they start getting rebellious. That should extend their stay by a week.

[rule_britannia]

You know they'd stay longer if you treated them better.

[eighttimeshandy]

I treat them just fine. It's not my fault you throw them at me.

[rule_britannia]

I wouldn't if you didn't keep them so close to hand when you decide to stare at me at night.