Margo | Julia
I'm not going to disagree with that. Your Ember was much more of a dick than ours by the sound of things, though.
We solved the key problem a few months ago. The very last thing I remember is telling Janet and Eliot I was going to meet with some Fillorian farmers. The usual business, nothing important. Someone suggested we all meet for cocktails later, I left the room, and I was here. Instantly.