Dear Diary,
There have certainly been some... intriguing questions as of late.
The holiday season is upon us, and with it comes the inevitable diplomatic test of
bothersome relatives.
In sooth, I admit I know very little about the food cultures of other nations; perhaps I shall have to sample this... "
taco."
I have never known any of my enemies to
offer unconditional displays of affection. ...Ever. On the subject of enemies, luckily I've managed to avoid warfare entirely for many years, clothed or
otherwise... (How does he get such ridiculous notions into his head?) Ahem. Then again,
stranger things have happened; I certainly can see how one might wonder at our motives.
Indeed,
the choice between spending one's own life in blissful harmony with one's beloved and the well-being of the rest of the world hardly seems a choice at all. Speaking of which, could it possible to express affection
numerically? (I admit I have my doubts.)