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[tar_calion]

*Dodges a falling beam of stale Ryvita crispbread*

Oh for Eru's sake...dammit Namo, food is meant for eating, not for building.

*Floats off to see how Anaire is doing and to make sure her Fea isn't trapped beneath a pile of collapsed puff-pastry.*

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[golfins_missus]

*figures if she's going to wallow in misery, being dead is probably the best time to do it*

[tar_calion]

*Hovers (quite literally) nearby.*

How're you settling in?

[golfins_missus]

Meh.

It's cold, the baked goods are crumbling on our non-corporeal-head-regions, and I miss my husband and children.

[tar_calion]

I know, it would be something if there weren't random crumbs falling through us. At least I didn't have that to contend with when I arrived. Have you had your freebie Namo's mystical TV view yet?