Lunamor

I don’t have Spotify. TPBM can identify all 50 United States on a map.

Constantly being reminded of his regret by being referred to as the Regretful only served to deepen Fred’s regret.

TLT has a weird history of bouncing between single-line nonsense and plots with actual characters.

Lunamor takes a sip, then smiles. ”He is delicious!” He finishes the stew within a few more seconds. ”I think you will make a great cook. You’re hired!” Lunamor then realizes that he has been away from the main area of the restaurant for far too long. He shoves an apron in John’s hands. ”Let me know if you need anything.” He scurries out of the kitchen and returns to the bar.

“Ok, John.” Lunamor takes out various ingredients and places them on the counter next to some pots and pans. ”Make a stew out of these ingredients. This stew, he can be of any flavor. He just needs to taste good.”

“I see.” Lunamor straightens out his apron. ”Come to the kitchen, I will test your skills.” He then leads the man to the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder to check for any troublemakers before pushing open the doors. ”What is your name?”

Granted. You get cursed by the actual Nightwatcher instead. I wish to be proficient at playing the violin.

“Welcome!” Lunamor stashes the spheres in his apron pocket. ”I could use another cook. The kitchen, he gets backed up. One man can only make so much stew.” He squints at the Alethi man, eying him up and down. He doesn’t look blatantly untrustworthy, but Lunamor has learned to be wary anyways. ”Do you have any previous experience or qualifications?”

Yo mamma’s so fat that shardblades aren’t long enough to reach her spine.

Granted. People now feel compelled to endlessly gossip in your presence. I wish for some muffins.

The shardplate no longer trapping him, Ben went to Shana and wrapped his arms around her. He tried to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. This wasn’t the first time she’d almost died, but it felt different. He had accepted that it would happen. He would have let it happen. He knew that Rob’s decision was the only reason she was still breathing, and it was not the decision Ben had expected him to make. He hadn’t really known if he could have brought her back. There were so many ifs, so many things that could have gone wrong. And Shana wouldn’t have known he’d try to save her, either. He’d have forced her to think it was the end. Made her remember losing that last little bit of hope as her life drained away. Left her to face the darkness alone. What would that do to a person? And what kind of person wouldn’t try to stop it? The bad thing didn’t happen, Glint said into his mind. And it wouldn’t be your fault if it did. You had no other options. Ben knew that logically, but something in him couldn’t accept that. It was his fault there weren’t more options. He could have given Shana some more of his stormlight before hiding. He could have trained to fight so that he wouldn’t have had to hide. He could have given her Glint as a shardblade. He wanted to apologize for not being there sooner, say he was sorry for letting this all happen in the first place. But he felt like Shana shouldn’t have to deal with that. While Ben felt terrible, that had to have been so much worse for Shana. She was smiling, but he knew that she too often tried to hide her pain. Her best friend had almost killed her. Rob as they had known him might be dead. Ben didn’t want to make her even consider forgiving himself, not right then. So he just whispered into her ear. “I’m really glad you’re ok.” Shana was alive. He needed to focus on that. She was alive. He could feel her heartbeat, her warmth. She was still here, and she hadn’t needed to leave first. He pulled back, standing up straight and unsuccessfully trying to stealthily wipe his eyes. He then opened his hand and realized that he had accidentally crushed the flowers he had picked for Shana in his fist. He wilted briefly, matching the crumpled blossoms. Ben turned to address the group but still kept a hand on Shana, as if to keep her from disappearing. “It will be difficult to access Shadesmar. Unless Rob is on water in the Physical Realm, we’d have to be in a sea of beads. Without an Elsecaller or Lightweaver, I’m not sure if we can do that.” Glint moved in front of Ben and piped up. “Actually, I might have some friends who can help. Mistspren work on ships. But it would be pretty awkward trying to line up a ship with Rob’s soul. And, well, the nearest port is pretty far away…” Ben tried to avoid thinking too much about what had happened to Rob for now. He needed to hold it together, and what had happened to his friend might’ve done worse than kill him. But storms, talking about him like he was an enemy hurt. @Sorana @Wyndlerunner @AonEne @Eluvianii

Granted. All puzzles you try to complete will be missing one piece. I wish for a donut.

I can technically play it, just not very well. TPBM has a cat sitting in their lap.

Gets an Inquisitor sans one spike. Inserts a glass dagger.

My mom never read the Percy Jackson books, so it’s been really fun watching the show with her. She’s absolutely loving it so far!

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