[nope, no spaceboyfriend revenge nor did anyone receive a letter of 'detective ema skye choosing death'. garbage hats though; was it purchased at the store 'lids'?] I wrote sometimes! I even gave you my sister's phone number, you and Lana could've chatted about all kinds of stuff. [of course she hadn't said it wasn't hers but sometimes you have to discover things for yourself, it's like a puzzle, yes] ...Seriously though, don't worry about it. If you didn't fuss it wouldn't be you.

No great archaeological discoveries yet? Dinosaur blood or big foot in a faerie circle or anything? [she clucks her tongue, no more fluffy sheep] It was cute, though. But...yeah, I can understand not wanting to be recognized. [she begins to ask about it, then hesitates, maybe there's a better order] Anyway, it's beer, thought you Brits could see how it's supposed to be done. Plus, the place it was brewed hasn't been a prison for centuries, so it's safe. --You're legal, right?