Well, here I am, out on one of the longest walks I've had in years awhile with Queen and the kids. The weather is fantastic, by the way.
But even so, I can't quite shake this feeling off that something is a little off with her. It's not like her to plan a vacation on a whim. And it's definitely not like her to take the kids along. Isn't Aila the substitute babysitter? Strange...
Maybe it's just my old age getting to me. Well, I've done a bit of thinking, and I think I owe Percival an apology. I've put him in quite a few awkward situations, but I know he means no harm. I should probably socialize with our newer residents too, but I secretly enjoy not having Koroku piss on my socks everyday. I think it's better if he thinks I'm dead. Cecile seems to inadvertently encourage him too...
-- Time to cut this short, I can hear Queen calling for me. Just in time for dinner!