Anyway next time I'm at your temple praying for the butchmarks to stop spraining their own ankles in order to get me to touch their feet would you prefer a fish or two doves, it's so rare to get to ask these things directly.

One of us started this conversation by sending the other a picture of a Pomeranian holding a cigarette-shaped chew toy and it wasn't me

Go ahead, my lady. Smite me. Turn me into a goat or whatever. You won't do it. Respectfully, my lady, you could never deny Elysium my tremendous charismatic powers of blowing smoke in younger women's faces and we both know it.

Or perhaps gen omega acts like you. I'm not sure which theory has more concerning implications.

While you are of course an ageless divine being who serves only to enrich the tapestry of excellence that is the Twelve, it cannot be denied that you do in fact act like a gen omega yes.

I don't know whether I should be more worried about this being something you want to have happen or something you've already done. Wait who's Peitho.

I can't "make" the boy do anything, however I have been "sending him notes about it" for the last three hours.

You know that thing some people do where they realign their circadian rhythm to operate on a 28-hour sleep/wake cycle? It's kind of like that, except instead of sleep it's with plants.

General Medicine, Virology, Computer Science, Interpersonal Communication, Special Medicine, Marine Biology, and Literature. In that order.

The nicotine actually keeps my collagen levels up. If you had as many PhDs as I do you'd know this.