private to heavy lifting
Ugh, stop. Except don't because if you somehow offended her I would tie you up by your entrails and let the rats pick at you.
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She likes art. Dunno what it's called but there's needles and fabric and she makes designs with thread. Don't bring food. [...] A lot is new to her, so. She's figuring out what she likes. Flowers, yeah.
She's really just going to be happy to meet you, although I don't know why, you're barely skirting tolerable. And, again, I will break all of your bones in alphabetical order if you say or do anything that even slightly resembles accidentally offending her.