War Is Coming Communications.

I baked cookies.

...In theory.

Well sort of. There's something in mine and Sam's kitchen that is possibly edible. Again in theory.

[Martha]

We want to see each other. We talked about it, he'll bring Jo. It'll be okay right?

We need to talk.

I've got a couple rain barrels full of candy up on the roof from when it rained, only a couple plants got bruised before I managed to get shields up, so if anyone wants it, come up and get it.

So um, my due date is in like three weeks.

It's a little bit scary and I'm in no way ready for the bit where I have a baby. I was gonna give her up so she could have a better life, and now what? Now she grows up here?

Martha, I'll be by later.

[Puck]

So...what do we do?

I got a job teaching gymnastics at the local gym. They didn't even need my references so that was handy.

And that's a good thing, I'm quickly running out of fast food options here. I've tried all of them nearly within a five mile radius.

Beating up on the punching bag is getting old. Someone feel up to sparring?