“Oh... Do you think so? I wasn’t planning on confronting Simon.”

“First Pit snaps at me then he gets depressed..? That’s not very nice.”

Eesh.

“Richter, my counterpart is a bit correct... You tend to walk... Heel first..!”

He tends to STOMP heel first. “Please do not feel bad! It just wakes others when you go to get a glass of water at night.”

“You /stomp/, Richter. I’m afraid you do need to be confronted about this... You’ll wake the children that need their rest most!!!”

“You and I will work on it tomorrow! I know many good exercises for light-footed walking. I’d be happy to help teach you!”

:) She will do this manor justice and slay his stomping tendencies.

he hath been enlightened

“Ooga chooga!”

“Good m—!”

“O-Oh.”

“He’s seizing on the floor...”

Zelda would receive a parcel, with a note, written in familiar handwriting attached. ["Hope you're doing alright over there. I paid Holodrum a visit, and thought I'd send you something. It's an incense I made by crushing some seedlings of the mystic trees and mixing--

--then with a few other ingredients. It's a sweet scent, that calms the nerves. Give it a whiff, when you get the chance."] Inside, was a jar, full of the sweet, orange colored substance.

“And that’s that!”

“Oh—! No, no! To be compared to you, being the speedy and ever formidable opponent that you are... I am just as honored.”

Knock knock at @LegendOfTheAges’ door. Somebody may or may not have found a way to go home for a holiday week.