with a firey passion.

You’d treat your oldest friend in such a manner? Truly? I am hurt.

And you look bedraggled with it.

I will rejoice when the day comes.

Her ears flattened, but a gentle rumble of a purr emanated from the tressym. “Oh, breakfast I see?”

Mister Dekarios! … Eugh. Still with that growth on your chin I see.

“You know little old me, checking in on things. I think it makes you look grubby. You should shave.”

“It’s a travesty. An unsightly collection of hair.”

“You expect me to believe you have not even a moment of downtime for a quick flick of a razor?”

“Many-a-wizard are busybodies and fools. Pompous creatures. I simply want you to be better.”

“And I fail to see the issue?”

“Hm, how good of you to notice. Sometimes I fear this place is a lost cause.”

“And she remains your mother, and I your oldest friend. We wish for the best.”

“To check in on my dearest friend. And I mean that sincerely. We’ve been worried sick about you.”

“You could, dare I suggest… Tell her in person?”

“She hasn’t seen your face in so long… Does she not deserve something? To hold her son a moment?”

/ WAAAA

Marvellous taste.