Tamber

Me, hiding out some super large storage cupboard,

"Day 19 of diplomacy. Things are going well, they like me, I like them, but I might get zhatzinged before the month is up. It's like trying to avoid adorable little zombies.

I'm also really hungry. I have a strong disliking of shellfish, and most of these guys cannot eat bread without their systems hurling it back up. Been hunting for big seafish during the night, so I don't disturb their clam routine. It's peaceful. I could go for a steak right now though.

I will note, linguistically speaking, it's interesting how most of them just agree to use the same replacement sound for TH instead of a larger mishmash of other equally viable replacements.

Florence out (to catch some fucken tuna if I'm lucky)"

I can hear you journaling in zheeerrrrreeee

Oh, I know, Ada. I can hear you clawing at the doors

_{I may have miscalculated our relative sizes....}