Better and better! (Stupid Brewbury... won't even help Quincy. Pfft.) I sympathize with Chelsea, being rather 'petite' myself. And I quote, 'I'm not tiny! ...I'm "travel-sized".'

I loved the bit on the river; the friendly bantering and casual talk just seemed so fitting given how comfortable they would be with each other; Though the talk of dogs after they were captured had me in peals of laughter. Very unconventional.

Well, I gotta get back to Journalism Class... *sigh*

So, this is about Mary and Will's son, correct? (I hope)?...Aw, cute! He's having a flirtation with Jane's daughter!

Can you wash down a crumpet with another one? I'm not the expert on crumpets, but I think "washing down" kinda constitutes liquid.

War already? A seige? Oh dear. It sounds promising, though.

Oh, good. Interesting stuff to come now, I hope? If I hadn't read 'kitterly' first, I might not have lasted this long (that was a lot of technicalities), so you might want to consider perking it up, or dilluting it, a bit...

for a few months now, Brewbury has become...Brewberry was (more or less) emptying into booming Kitterly"...tense flips!

Well, but I am so happy to have the sequal so soon! Thank you dear and I'm glad the old muse is back!