[Well, looks like the Hellsing and her
cat have come to an agreement. Murphy's sitting in her lap on Serenity's porch, purring like a thunderstorm as Integra absently strokes his soft fur.
She's drifting through the Dreamberry, catching up on this and that, and not very impressed by any of it, honestly.]
Hn, wonderful nap, I must say. Although I'd murder for a good cup of Walter's Earl Gray. What news, residents? If any at all.