Ereyesterday mum and I zipped over to Tulindberg for brunch with

her friend Jacinda at this little café with classy tables and real

tea. It's fairly bitter but Jacinda fixed it with this golden goop

she gets from buggos. It sounds horrid but its sweet-sweet.

Jacinda has a whole farm of them and has to wear a special outfit

when she visits them or they'll attack her. Razzy as damn, oikea?

Mum went through school with Jacinda and says they were best

mates, but I can't get a playdream of it. Jacinda's fab ruggd and

mum won't even let me try handball. Earnest truth, they're polar.

Anywise, Jacinda's got an actual cottage upside and says she'll

take us kiting up to the sails sometime. Mum nodded too, but I'll

wager she says no if it comes to it. Just a half-lun more and my

own tram and I'll wire Jacinda myself. I can just fancy myself on

a kite in the skies. Ezri's never done that. She'll piss!

Ruminate, oikea.

While mum sussed classy guz with her bestie I did some true

malevolence upon my brunch. Ezri would be inspired. Have any of

you had pancakes before? They're like a fluff of starch and egg

and rolled out flat. Sweet too, usually. Grandpa says the 'verse

has all different foods, but I hope you all have pancakes. They're

proper celestial as damn. We used some of Jacinda's golden buggo

sap on them and it was as good as the syrups. Real tea and

pancakes, playdream it.

Maybe after school I'll skid out to Jacinda's den and meet her

buggos and learn to be propper ruggd too. Ezri would lose it. It's

too far to tram but the zippers not so bad. I should suss it out

with grandpa. He's actually done guzzle with his lun, not like

some bodies I could mention. We're going cave fishing soon. I'll

try to remember to write you about it. Do you have caves where you

are?