Repose

Is the weather always like this here?

[Dinah N]
I think I've changed my mind

[Mari L]
Hi. [...] Are you the lady who owns the antiques store?

I have heard people speaking of a ghost in a library. Do the people here believe these things are true?

I can watch Hamilton in my theatre room and I don't feel as if this has fully set in yet and won't until I actually put that sound system to the task it was made for.

[Dietre A.]

Hey, gorgeous. I've got a question for you. Actually, I've got three.

[Dante Z.]

I've got a question when you've got a moment.

[Zee L.]

I know Wait for it got a little loud this morning. I am apologizing by grilling you peaches for supper.

Has anyone been able to find a pearl? I've done all this diving and the only pearl I got was from the otter. So I have all these mermaid DIYs, but no pearls. They should program a pearl a day it's not that hard.

[During this.]

[Encrypted Text: Tobias]
We got a demon in town that needs to be gotten rid of, preferably without hurting the current host, you got a book for that?

This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pré.

~Wadsworth - Part of the Prelude of Evangeline.