2021-02-27 - At Least It's not Unsolicited!

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Hey boo. Need help. August is apparently actually working on something right now and I didn't want to listen to his squirrels yammer on without being able to validate their credulity.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Oh. How are you btw?

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : ... Boo?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Term of endearment. Fast forward to the important part there.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : ... I'm a little girl who has monsters in his closet? This is oddly appropriate.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : What do you need?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Awww that's adorable, but not at all helpful right now. I need you not them. Unless they have very good taste on antique furniture.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I don't know that my taste is particularly great, but I grew up surrounded by a lot of it. What's up?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : You remember that one writing desk in the foyer of the school? I want it.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : However ti's not mine nor yours to give

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I don't, no. I don't think I've been to the school here? Are you telling me I ought to go look at furniture there?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : No the one you took me to that's now the art institute

(That was not at all specific, Hya. Alas.)

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : OH! ... Wait, if you mean Engelsholm, that actually is mine to give, you know.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Yes, but it belongs there and I actually don't want to extort you for the things I just...want?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : It's super weird to me too, I know

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Well, the school is a company. You could make them an offer. Which I'm sure they will then forward to me. So -- I'm not emotionally attached to a desk.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : SO I want to make one and I'm trying to decide if I do this and use that as a template for the design a- do I want to stay with the original wood patterns and make them redo the floors in my office or b- do I want to make one that actually goes with the room?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : ooh...

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'd say something that matches the room it's going to be put into eventually, but that's just me being practical and boring like that.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : or that is a thing. That's not going to bring some annoying long dead relative over with it though is it?

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Hey, do you know anything about the strip club here?

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : ... Look, maybe some of my ancestors WANT a ride to the US.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : You did at that. But I like you better. You can stay.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Also excuse me how exactly do you think I paid for college now? Why would I know about strip clubs!?

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I didn't ask if you worked there. I asked if you know it. You know everything and everyone in this town. I'm trying to decide if I should reach out to them for this community affair, or some things should just be left alone. Talked to a girl from there a couple of times, can't for the life of me figure out what kind of place it -is-. (I know what it -looks- like).

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : IT's a strip club. It's job is to prey on suckers and take their money and it works very well. What I know is someone else approved its zoning and it apparently turns over some crazy revenue. Probably illegal but their parking lot is not falling apart and it doesn't look podunk so it's the best it will be.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : And who are we looking to have an affair with?

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'm interested in whether they'd offer no or low education jobs to people in need. Cleaning, that sort of thing. But they'll need to be a clean place legally to do so.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : The only working girl I know there is a girl who was eyeing up Seth Monaghan.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Not to be blunt but it's a damn strip club. It's not exactly an executive assistant level job. Respect to people who enjoy what they do or whatever I'm not certain they're not already doing that? But a job is a job, and I don't like people being unemployed and milling about with nothing to do.
Ask them. Seth might be better to get you a contact. I never go past Spruce.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Myes, don't think I want to ask him anything about that right now. His not girlfriend caught him talking to that girl and now she's not a not girlfriend, you catch my drift. Apparently 'no labels' only applied until he looked at somebody else.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I was curious about their reputation, is all. Yes, I realise it's a strip club. But that can be anything from a high end escort service for bored celebrities to a dive dump where you need to check the girl for obvious STDs before letting her near you. I'll go out there and take a look myself, maybe.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I catch no drifts.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Well talk to Itzhak. He goes there and works by it. He'll be able to give you a better answer. Also, this is not L.A. so we can probably rule out high end escort. Also terribly rude to assume a dancer has STDs. It's unfair to those women. Were you to say that baout business on Elm Street though I'd be with you a thousand percent.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : His not-girlfriend flipped her lid that he talked to another woman, and changed her status from no labels, no attachments to definitely-girlfriend, don't ever look at other women.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : This also brings up a now unpleasant segue

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Rosencrantz, right. Of course Rosencrantz. Is there anyone in this town Rosencrantz hasn't done business with? 😆

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Also that's like entrapment or something.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Like if you want to be in a relationship say so or don't bitch.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Irish guy's a big guy, I trust he knows what he's getting into. Me, I'd be running at a 120 mph.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : He's Irish. He'll do things are not ok without complaint or changing a damn thing until the cows come home.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : And tell him I said he needs a permit to keep cows!

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Might be. But he's still his own man. I have -had- a girlfriend who blew her lid if she saw me talking to another woman. Rosencrantz ended up killing her a -second- time, because she saw me talking to Gina Castro. Not touching that sort of relationship again with another man's, if you'll excuse my French.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Are you looking to date Gina Castro? How's your life insurance?

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : ...

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I am not dating Gina Castro. We don't even get along.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : omg I'm fucking joking you know this

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Breathe into a bag it'll be okay. You and Vyv are too easy to rattle.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : You'd be surprised how many people have asked. For a while, some months back, who I was or wasn't dating was the one thing everyone seemed to be interested in.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Small town and people are bored. You know one another for 30 years you crave anything new and most of these people don't leave they recycle parts of their lives that aren't eaten by monsters so, you are their entertainment now. Sorry.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I suppose that if my home life is the wildest thing that goes on, at least nothing too terrible is happening. That girl of Seth's -- the dancer, not the girlfriend -- was utterly disbelieving. Usually people just assume I'm gay. Unless they're gay in which case they suppose I'm ace. Either way. Asking Rosencrantz about the place. Could use some openings for cleaning crew, manual labour. Not going to send homeless people to become exotic dancers.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : ... Not entirely certain most long-bearded cardboard box dwellers would be a hit anyway.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Hmmmm

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : How are you? I never did answer that, either. I'm ok. Chest still hurts off and on, got my legs messed up a bit in a dream the other night, will not be eating fish for a while unless it's revenge sushi.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Keep an eye out for resumes. If people have usable filing skills or computer skills they're sometimes looking for people in processing and mailing.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Noted. City Hall is definitely a good word to have on a resume. More so than strip club.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I'm working on getting things sorted out. Life is being a tad unkind right now and Vyv is now on about wanting to buy a house and is falling apart because he's thirty now. I was like honey you've got to stop falling apart or you'll never make it to 31 at this rate.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'm 30. Tell him I survived it.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : As did I

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : As far as life skills go, he's outdone me by miles. He's got a business, a career, and a boyfriend.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : And really no fish? I was going to tell you to take me to dinner too

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I somehow didn't have you pegged for a Black Bear burger and fries kind of girl. Was I wrong?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I know I told him he won't be able to be the Wunderkind forever and will just have to settle on being better than everyone else and be happy with that. I'm sorry ya know?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Awww that's so sweet of you to notice that I would likely never talk to you again if you brought me plastic food and brickettes. 💚

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Well, I live in a trailer with a cat. From a traditional success-means-achieving-these-things point of view, I'd say he's doing fine compared to me.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : The Black Bear is where I usually eat, though.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I wouldn't trust seafood from there if I was dying and on fire and need a glass of water.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I do like Gina though.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Gina drives me up a tree. Rosencrantz keeps telling me there's so much chemistry between us, but all I want to do is shake her and tell her to stop being a cat and start talking sense.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Itzhak ships everyone. I wouldn't take it too seriously.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : There's that.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : To be fair, Rosencrantz also ships himself with most people. 🙂 He's just that kind of guy.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Can I ask a question? You don't have to answer. Does this happen to you as well? People trying to second guess who you're seeing? I imagine you must be dealing with some pressure -- high profile businesswoman and all.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : No. People generally, and correctly, assume everyone lives in fear of me keeping a safe distance. The tabloids cover the rest because they love speaking about anything happening with Justin and no there is not. The remainder are waiting for me to usurp Margaret Addington by holding aloft her head on a mirrored shield as the Perseus of Gray Harbor.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Public functions aren't for people to speculate if I'm dating someone so much as deciding how to BE that person because apparently those are the causes i'm funding and supporting. So clearly I have no social life in which to speculate and to them I am my function, my wrath, and my money.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Ah, yes. I keep forgetting about the whole Justin thing. On some level I think I'm -- you know, it's not true, how can anyone think it's true? But of course they do, and as far as the rest of the world is concerned, it is true.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : But also they don't ask because if they try to climb into my personal business I generally threaten to defund their projects.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Yes. Well. You just described why I make any donations I want to make anonymously.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : lol because I'm not a person? You're so gracious

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Because you are your function, your wrath, and your money when you get known as a philantropist and/or money person.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : But yes, I'm aware that I have the skill level equivalent of a brain damaged mussel when it comes to talking to women. It's been pointed out.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Well if I don't do it then someone else will try to and badly and squander resources that can do some good on projects that are stupid.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Well then you should definitely consider taking me to dinner then. Eventually.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'm not saying you shouldn't do it. From what I am seeing you are a highly competent business woman and philantropist. I am saying that I wouldn't be, and that I hate public attention. Hence, when I do involve myself anywhere financially, I make it a clause that my name is not involved.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Okay. Now I have to ask.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Are we talking 'hey, let's eat dinner at the same time because it's easier to chat that way' or do you mean like, a dinner invitation to some proper restaurant with all that entails?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I intended the latter. Should this not be in inclination with other personal obligations you have for yourself that is also fine and there will be no offense taken.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Uh. No. No, it's not against my religious beliefs to go have dinner, no.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Also I'm hungry and I really want dungeoness crab legs and you're just damn good company so there is that too.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Just didn't see it coming. Did you have somewhere in mind? This town doesn't really have a lot of what I'd consider high end options.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Sitka's nice but there's also a small renovation by the pier towards the end with the lighthouse. Russo's. They have everything on the waterfront. And if it's a slow day you might see them hoist your dinner right up out of the water.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I think I'm partial to that one. Something about Sitka makes me uncomfortable. Hint: It's the unspoken obligation to wear a suit and tie. Yes, I know, Taylor doesn't insist. But, you know. He'd like you to.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : How's Russo's about that?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Non-existant.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I like him already. Russo, that is.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : :🦀 🦀 🦀

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : That's a picture of their menu in a nutshell.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Did you have a date and time in mind too? 😆 That's fine, I eat pretty much anything.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : IT's good. It's clean. IT's beachy. it's tourism friendly.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : :🦐 🦐 🦐

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I can do formal. I just hate doing formal.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : There's a second page!

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : 🍣🍣🍣 as well?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Oh my phone has lots of these. This is amazing. The weekends are usually busier. I don't know i have anything terribly pressing Wednesday and saturday. I mean I won't stop you from wearing a tie.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Ooooh they do not 🍣🍣🍣 but we could. I find this an acceptable substitute also. You were injured. I'll let you choose.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I hate dressing up. I'll do it if I have to, but I am seriously far more comfortable in jeans and a shirt.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : No, now I want shrimp. Big, deep fried shrimp.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : But, I also need to calm my anxieties.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Are we talking two buddies going out for fishy finger foods here, or are we talking about an actual date? Because believe me, every time I've gone anywhere in this town with somebody of the female persuasion, people have assumed as much. And I don't speak Girl.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Up front? I don't detest you, I enjoy your company and there is potential there that doesn't end in me having you murdered by ghosts. So yes I am asking you out an an actual date and it is permissible to be set to volume ' casual'.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Now if this is a bad time or more to your preference for such this can be down graded to buddy road trip without a friendship penalty and/or rancor. Also I have Xanax if you don't. That shit is easy to get.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : [quiet way too long]

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : But in any condition you're not getting away with fasting.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : No, no, it's not a bad time. Just caught me by surprise.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : We are going. No argument about that part.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Excellent.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I guess I assumed that you were -- you know, you told me you proposed to this Justin bloke, you know?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I was possessed at the time and we haven't dated for two years.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I think I missed those bits.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Well people don't generally pry into my personal life as most hate being berated for not having better things to do.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : People pry into mine like I really was some kind of local celebrity. 😆

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Lol well you were on tv and make lobster dinner make itself. It's sort of a creditable skill

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I think I'm just a little surprised. I actually figured that you and Rosencrantz were -- you know. Considering a fling.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : ... I'm not really managing suitable levels of excitement here, am I? Sorry. I don't mean to sound like this is the worst idea ever. I'm really very serious when I say, I don't speak Girl.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Neither do I. I'm a grown ass woman who doesn't have time for being indirect and waiting for the world to come kiss my ass.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Maybe that's why we're still having this conversation tbh.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'm not good with subtle.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I mean, I needed Rosencrantz to point out to me what it means when a girl shows up on your boat carrying a bottle of booze, to watch the stars.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Also Ravn? I know. I've met you. This is dinner, not an audition.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : My one romantic involvement ever tried to murder me two months ago.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I know, I know. I'm breathing.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Well my grandfather murdered my father. We have things in common. We suck, but there's that.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'm not sure my anxieties quite compare to the Baxter Addington family feud, granted. But yes. There's issues.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Can we... not tell anyone about this, until after? As in, if we decide that you know, this was not really a great idea, we'll just go back to whatever was before, we don't need to explain to every damn person in Gray Harbor why?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I find this amicable

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Neither of us needs to deal with pity.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Vyv will not, but I do.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Oh good lord no. though if you tell someone you agreed to this they may on general principle.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : What, pity me for dating you?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : something about taking your life into your hands. OH god there''s a book of trash talk after the scandal last summer with the Ghol ghost and Marge that doesn't disappoint.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I still want to hear the full story about that sometime. But first.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Can we get to the part where I just got asked out by a beautiful, high class woman who's patient enough to tackle my issues straight on? I don't think pity is what I deserve.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Absolutely. We can Wednesday. I can pick you up. I'm familiar with where it is.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : That works. 🙂

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I was trying to pay you a compliment though. I'm told it is the done thing when you like people.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : And it is noted and kept for posterity in your overall evaluation chart.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I'm joking about the score sheet.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Do I get to at least SEE the score sheet at my bi-monthly review?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I do genuinely appreciate your esteem and good taste alike though.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Are you sure you want to praise my good taste, dear? I live in a trailer and I wear a second hand wind breaker.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Please just let me return complement and continue to forget about the tornado magnet.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'm reverse arm candy. I make others look stylish by showing up.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : If it helps, I have talked to Rosencrantz about another place next winter.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I want to share a place with Aidan Kinney. You know him? We're both stage magicians of a sort. Lots to talk about. And his girlfriend lives in the UK so he's a bit too much bachelor as well.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : ... I mean I'm .. Oh hell.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : You know what I mean.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Excuse me while I go have a panic attack about the terminology.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Ravn if you panic and throw up on your own shoes? Don't tell me about it

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : No, I wouldn't do that.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : You're fine. And yes i know Aiden actually. He's prevalent with the tourism crowd and has been part of the entertainment venue for some of our summer in the park events. Seems nice.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'd panic and say something in a way that comes out entirely the opposite of what I intended, and probably make you not want to speak to me again. That's how I usually manage.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Ravn I went to art school. That's a pretty high bar. Telling me that Will Arnett was the best Batman though might get some reprisal.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : ... Adam West?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : You know I am a Christian Bale fan but I do like some campy originality. Acceptable.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Gonna have to admit that this whole superheroes thing is a part of American folklore that I have actually yet to properly get myself invested in. It seems kind of absurd from a Eurocentric point of view.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : It's sort of the point but if you want to hear about it from the relevance of a folklore standpoint I can. Some of it is just stupid though, agreed.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Sounds like a plan for some night with cocoa and brandy in front of a fire? I mean, if this date thing works out that means I get regular visits to your fireplace. I see advantages in this.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : As do I. That sounds like a lot of fun.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I need to... There is one thing. I need to talk to you about this. Before we take this further. It's fair if you don't want to deal with it. You certainly wouldn't be the first to not want to.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : The neuropathy issue. Intimacy for me ... takes effort. On both sides. I'm not a cuddler, even if I wish I was.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I'm on Nurotin for it in my leg. That's fine. I can comprehend. Also it's a piss poor mind that can't think of alternatives to any obstacle. And I don't enjoy being smooshed.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Just needed to put that out there. Have had... situations in the past where it was a deal breaker.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Thank you. For... Well, not taking offence that I'm an idiot at this. I realise that when and if I tell Rosencrantz anything about this conversation, Gray Harbor is going to be resounding with laughter for a month.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Well the same could be said about my work

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Your work is a deal breaker?

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : For a lot of people Yes. It's why my ex left. She said I was married to my work and that I need to just leave with her t o Phoenix. I said no. I an't just walk out. And she left.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Some people don't do Gray Harbor very well and we can't make them.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : That's a fair point.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Does it help if I say that actually, I appreciate that you have your own life?

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : That you don't need anything from me? Want, sure. But you don't need.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I think that makes a lot of sense. And thank you for respecting that.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : It's... a pretty big deal for me.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I have my own life too. I don't want to be rescued, and I don't want to rescue anybody.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Make no doubt I'm very 'want' compatible. And don't worry this is not plans for a business merger.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'm not so worried in that regard, dear. Pretty sure I'm the one who's doing the gold digging here if anyone is.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I have no idea. But I do know who lives in a trailer park and who's going to be asked if she's sure this guy isn't just looking for a warm place to sleep. And I admit that I will find this highly amusing.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : you're like the Gray Harbor Spongebob

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Who lives in a trailer in-cog-ni-tooo?

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : I'm not going to be able to keep my name out of things for much longer. When the community centre thing takes off, you can be sure the Veil will make sure to out me.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : It's the most effective way to gut punch me, after all.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : But I have until then, at least, to convince people that I'm not some idiot European aristo with glitter for brains and a bad attitude.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : Right. Wednesday it is. Expect me to walk in tiny circles until then. If it amuses you to picture me eating my fingernails and pacing a hole in my floor, go right ahead.

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : Well if the Veil is dumb enough to come for you at my house I have a fainting couch. You can perish there while I tell it to get the fuck off my lawn and take its dirty little gnomes with it.

(TXT to Hyacinth) Ravn : (We shoot those, remember)

(TXT to Ravn) Hyacinth : I do remember. 💚