The Young Cook's crazy is showing.
[Richard.]
Richard, dearest darling, light of my life?
[/Richard]
I certainly do love poetry. It brightens up these dreary, figuratively, of course, blood-filled pages. Thank you so much, Logan. I wish more people would invest their creative energy into things like poetry.
Now, who wants to join me for a drink?
[Private]
Well, hell. This bloody mess is giving me a twitch. Apparently it's gone too far, now. I am not disagreeing, but, well, I'm just wonderin', doesn't anybody think sending organs to Jess mostly innocent people takes it just a step past decency?
[A frustrated scribble.]
And I swear to God, if one person even hints at bristling a hair on Jess' head, they will get the shit beaten out of them. Don't care about Harrison and Gabe, don't really even care about Rose, but if one more person messes with Jess, I will take their skin off and use it to reupholster my couch. Goddamn.
[/Private]