“Did those words actually come out of your mouth, urchin?”

“Fish boy!” She's only joking, and flashing him a wide grin.

Excuse her as she shrieks while being spun around, returning the hug. “I know, I know, of course you did. Life must be really dull without me,” she sighs playfully, flipping her hair. “Where've you been?” x.com/halfbloodson/s…

Shrugs lightly, pushing her hands into her pockets. “That's nice. Are they doing well? I've been around, doing this and that.” x.com/halfbloodson/s…

“What a couple. You lucked out, Jackson,” she comments absentmindedly, watching him flick her hair back and sending him a playful glare. “And it depends. On your delivery on the curly fries, honestly.” x.com/halfbloodson/s…

YES. HELLO. OVER HERE, OFFICER.

Rowan. No.

...what paperwork? She wasn't informed of any paperwork?? There's paperwork?!?

Casually scribbles ’learn how to yodel’ on her to-do list.

Can she incorporate her medals into a slingshot-type contraption? There are idiots who need a major lesson. The heavy metal would do them some good.

Anyone mind if she falls asleep right here under the tree? No? Wonderful.

Does he want her to start banging some pots and pans together?

Slides a giant binder of this year's attempts in quantifying human behavior to @honeststand. “Happy Mother's Day.”

She's sharpening her knives. x.com/halfbloodson/s…

MHM. x.com/halfbloodson/s…

Because she's a pain in everyone's ass.

FEED HER. The solution is very simple. x.com/halfbloodson/s…

Rowan. Why. x.com/subduedsilence…

...she supposes that is indeed a purpose in and of itself. Carry on. x.com/subduedsilence…

YEETS. x.com/halfbloodson/s…