Kaylee.
If you, uh....ever wanna hear that story, let me know. Just call me Mother Goose-Xander.
.Kaylee
Lana.
You know, I wrote you this filter to talk about that work you wanted help with, and then I realized...you're on that trip-a-ma-jigger, aren'tcha? So...now I'm kinda talking to myself. Awwwwwkward. Uh. The end.
.Lana
[shoves the journal aside]
[then after a bit, cue painful groaning with woeful sighs. Someone ate way too much candy corn, and now he wants your pity.]