Much better. I prefer an apartment that doesn't reek of hops and neighbors who are not attempting to sing when they can barely string words together. Nothing ruins an appetite as thoroughly as beer on your partner's breath ... and honestly, I could have done without the lederhosen.

Tell me when you're all finished chasing each other around like children after a ball on a playground. I'd like to step out for dinner sometime in the evening without having to dodge.

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You and I should talk when you're feeling well enough.

[ooc: Per usual, post time is backdated to before sunrise.]