Right. I'll barter my services as a flight instructor for some cubits.

Works for me.

We keep getting shafted on rations, by the way. Apparently a household of three should only be two adults and a child, so they keep giving us boxes with kid's stuff in it.

Leoben refuses to drink out of the sippy cup, so we could use some more glasses.





Kara!Mun apologizes for being crazy--let's blame moving for this,