*you feel a hint of movment, somebody is watching you*

*Soddenly a lazy-inhouse post appears, you have little idea where it came from, and the only trace of the poster seems to be a twice used green-teabag and biscuit crumbs.*

*Prior knowledge brings you to the conclusion that the poster must feel guilty and as such wants to remain invisible, you are surprised that a Pirate enthusiast can Ninja so well*

Now while you sit and ponder why the teabag was twice used you can look forward Vinter tomorrow, maybe she will be riding a bear with a rifle, I mean the hat demands it.

*Yes, this is all inside your head*

*written faintly on some sand partly faded*
Kyrie