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SWAN-JONES HOUSEHOLD:

You guys up for the Tumbleweed Festival this year? I've gotta work the first half of it, but I'm free after.

[Filtered to Scott]

Let's go out to dinner tonight.

[Filtered to Warren & Rogue]

Are you two available to have lunch this weekend? Saturday or Sunday, whichever works for both of you. Just us three.

PHYSICAL COTTAGE INHABITANTS (MINUS ELIOT)

All right, kids. El's birthday is Saturday and we're celebrating.

Bianca

Do you want to go to the festival with me?

I didn't realise quite how clingy Maggie was being since we've been back. My apartment's a loft so I only leave the room for the bathroom, and the whole point of a service dog is that you don't leave them at home when you go out. But she's definitely being more of a velcro dog than she used to be.

I seem to have fallen down a rabbit hole of evening gowns on Pinterest? I'm not complaining, honestly, I'm just not sure how it happened.

SABINE WREN:

I'm not sure how this guardianship thing is supposed to work, but I think you're supposed to live in the same household with me.

TEXT TO POSY HAWTHORNE

» Hey, Posy.

GROUP FILTER TO RONAN LYNCH & ADAM PARRISH

» Asking Posy to the Festival thing this weekend.
» Pray I don't crash and burn.

Between the forced captivity and the whole "Central City doesn't exist here" thing, this is definitely the worst interdimensional travel I've done so far.

Please tell me I'm not too late to go to college, because I don't appreciate landing back here in the middle of AUGUST.