That’s right. You were supposed to be here today, right?

Just as well that you didn’t make it, I’ve been super busy and have only just started working tonight. Probably won’t finish.

Tomorrow should be fine.

Didn’t you threaten to kill me recently because you thought harps were better than lyres?

I’m not sure if I do or not. Is that some kind of innuendo?

It can’t be that bad, can it?

I… don’t even want to talk about this anymore…

Scratch that, I never like talking about this.

Ever.

Trust Me Lyra Nothing You Could Say You’ve Done/Had Happen Could Shock Me. What I Imagine You’ve Done Is Probably Far Worse Than The Truth And I Don’t Judge You For It.

You may be the only one that wouldn’t turn against me, Gilda. You would be disguised, but you might, might not hate me for it.

I can help you learn to time travel if you really want, though. Just saying.

Please see the enclosed.

You can say that now; you can’t picture me doing anything bad enough to warrant such an extreme change. But like you said, the past is set in stone. It will always be there staring me in the face if I ever look back.

That’s why I just try to live right here.

I would need sheet music.

And that gradual speed up in tempo would be really hard to choreograph for me.

Sounds sort of Castlevania/Disgaea-esque, though. I could possibly do something from a Castlevania at some point.

And I suppose you like sandwiches without bread, too.

If you were any more sardonic you’d have a moat of concentrated sarcasm around the library!

I could go for some tortilla chips about now… I have some salsa but nothing to scoop it with.

I lo~ve tortilla chips! But no salsa. Either cheese or plain for me.

I dunno…

I file this under experimental/sorta ambionic. Not really my bag of tortilla chips.

Let me guess, because Twilight is seeing somepony, right? Am I your fallback filly? You think I’m going to be fine with just being the second choice?

You’ve got a lot of nerve, waifu-anon.

I’ve Never Eaten An Echidna, Don’t They Have Quills? That Could Be Painful. I’d Rather Stick To Enchiladas.

Okay! No danger there I guess!

I think Knuckles should have a talk with your browser.

That sounds like a gangster name.

Oh. Is he nice?

Uh… That does sound pretty bad.

Hey, Gilda! Do Griffin’s eat echidnas?

Oh, and for some reason my web browser wants to turn echidnas into enchiladas!

A Powerpuff Girl is okay too!

Okay, so it doesn’t really work unless I link to the episode, but I like this song!