So, I'd like to get drunk, but that's off limits these days. I will probably stop talking to people on the communicators until I feel like being nice and diplomatic again.

And possibly bake cookies. Willa deserves some goddamn cookies.

Want to keep me company? [Someone ought to. Maggie might keep calling people until someone comes over. And since she'd been meaning to spend more time with Zerxus, two birds and one stone.]