*chittering*

Right, of course. If I see squirrels trying to lead me somewhere at this time of the morning I should automatically assume you want me to read gossip on the air for everyone to hear. ...This place still smells like rum and I don't know whether to attribute it to the rodents or the boys.

*chittering*

I have absolutely no idea what that was supposed to mean but I take that clear indignation to mean that it wasn't the squirrels. Since I'm already here, this is Marasiah, and speaking of which, Olive, you and I need to talk.


( because who doesn't want to report on most of the gffa? )