[pm] merry Christmas Diego
yeah some, though Amazon hates me because of Dads gift, so back to drawing board for him.
really? Goddamn time and space, always fucking over my procrastination
uh yeah I’ve made some friends I think? Diego y’know I suck at non-Tinder stuff , where the person has to know me more the 24 hours. Your the one who gets more charming over time, i uh, have a quick expiration date
saved Halloween with one
did some science with some more, but they are either radiation rocks or giant birds now, so uh, might not need gifts now
There’s on online friend, we kind of talk about fruit throwing and burglary. Not sure if they want my symbolic fruits or it’s a strictly botanical relationship.
and I’m hobbnobbing with royalty, but yknow how MILF Monarchy is, one day your a favored courtier , the next your thirsty execution by an unfortunately literal Headsman,
how about you?
[pm] Good. See? Just a greeting, but it made me smile, it reminded me of the familial bonds we share, and, now, I'm much more willing to help you out.
Well, since it's already going to be late, and if you don't mind Dad getting a hint to where we you are, might I recommend tourmaline? It's the state mineral of Maine! You might be able to trace some along the ley lines—if you're up for mining it out. That would improve the potency, right? (See, I pay attention!) Of course, it's not my area of expertise, but it's supposed to ward off negative energy. Or keep it in, in Dad's case. I'm sure there's someone local who could shape it, set it—unless Dad's the Himalayan salt lamp type? You have a better idea of what makes sense for him.
Look, making friends and saving Halloween? That's fantastic, Raul, really. The transmutation is... less so. I... could help? Try and change them back, I mean. They might end up with blue skin, but, personally, I'd rather be blue than have a tiny brain and feathers. If I'd been there, maybe they wouldn't be birds to begin with. But, no, of course not. Too technical for me, I'm sure. That's why it went so well, huh?
The less I hear about your symbolic fruits, the better, but botany? That I can handle. There is a shop in town: Everlasting Garden? The owner—his name is Oliver—gave me permission to use his shop as a backdrop for my clients, so I was planning to be a bit of a patron. Brighten up rooms, send bouquets when one of us inevitably breaks a local's heart. Or, in this case, to charm a new friend? What's a plant that toes the line between flirtatious and friendly?
Raul, you are my brother, and I love you, but I am not touching the MILF Monarchy with a ten-foot pole. And you should keep your pole away from anyone that would do it harm.
I've made more clients than friends here. Zero is a low bar to clear. But I sent a few postcards and some local knickknacks out, a few weeks ago. Few friends back in Brooklyn that live for kitsch, you know how it is.


















