If anyone is looking to help out at the Commissary, you can have my fucking post. I’m working for the kitchens now and I have a petition for more dumplings at lunch.

You are welcome, Cho Hakkai.

[He can only laugh fondly at that.]

Do thank a certain fucking cat for being so unwilling to be goddamn reasonable.

‘But Abaurycy’, you might ask, ‘what did she do that was so egregious?’

First of all, she misquoted someone in an effort to squash my wit.

Secondly, she threatened me. Me! And she used her - Mongo. Whatever he is. An innocent party.

Thirdly, she was insufferably bossy with nothing to back it up.

It is a shame. I liked her. She had an ear for good poetry.

[Spam]

[Abaurycy is usually found in the Speakeasy, tasting his own wares with his soda machine and some vodka, or up on deck, walking his little white fluffball. Sometimes he just carries her because her feet are very dainty. Sometimes he’ll go to the chapel with a drink or sit in the library and write.]