Nill, I apologize for the way I treated you yesterday. I'm aware that we were both cursed.

I'd rather no-one ask me questions today.

[ooc; I Cannot Tell A Lie curse. HOW DID SHE FIND OUT: when answering the questions of a questionaire in the morning paper. Aloud.]

Hmm. Not a dream then. No dream lasts three days. And I haven't dreamt in ages.

...I hope this other one doesn't come live with us too, Bishop. Zell was loud enough.