Something was following you through the fog? I think something was following me, too. […] Fun, lol. And the one and only time I purposefully went into the Riftlands, something wanted to eat me. Kind of feels like the ratio of cool, non-flesh-desiring things to wanna-crack-you-open-and-scoop-your-innards-like-a-lobster things is way off.

I’ll check with her. Can we bring dessert? She likes sweets. Oh, we also have a ton of alcohol leftover, if you’re down.

[…] At the start of the party, I should have been wearing a band of foil around my thumb. Did you notice anything like that on me when we were talking?