Lunamor

Shallan, Raoden, and Breeze foolishly wrote some horrendous Paw Patrol creepypastas and safely dropkicked her happy Niv-Mizzet because sentient MeeM sniffed rotten fish shaped fish drunkenly.

I’d rather have a kandra working for me. Sleepless freak me out. Minor SA spoilers (forget which book)

I use OreSeur to help me sniff it out.

Alright, new word then: Unfair

Proof: They both dead. Theory: Lift is the future vessel of the Shard of Pancakes.

Gets witty insults. Inserts a Breath.

It’s a Japanese cat collector type game. I love it! https://www.nekoatsume.com/en/

They sometimes talk like that mocking Spongebob meme. Being unable to fall asleep helps with reporting bots that like to post at night Also, technically I have been reported many times from reporting my own status updates I post on a bot’s profile.

I finally figured out how to make an activity stream for status updates from people I follow!

It does not!

Hello hello! Does quoting yourself trigger a notification?

I ate stew once, obviously a reference to myself Rock.

Granted. You can now only wear a single sock at a time. I wish for a bean bag.

Anyone else play Neko Atsume? I recently started playing it again and it’s just so gosh darn cute.

“Riiiight.” Lunamor nods and slowly backs away, returning to his customary corner of the restaurant where he watches over the patrons. He does not take his eyes off of the trio.

Lunamor is confused. Had that been intentional? ”Do you need more wine?”

Lunamor takes the gem and carefully inspects it. It appears to have no inclusions and the light bounces off of it quite well. ”This will do. One moment please.” He walks to the kitchen and opens a panel in the back, revealing a small wine cellar. He retrieves an opaque glass bottle from the top shelf. It is high up enough that even someone as tall as Lunamor needs to stand on their tippy toes to reach it. He returns to the group and hands over the bottle.

Lunamor thought for a moment. ”We have some aged purple wine. He is very expensive, however. Special vintage.”

“…yes?” Lunamor frowned. “Is there something else you would prefer instead?”

When Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone, he had two missed calls from Chuck Norris.

How did he verbally say a winky face? These guys are really creeping Lunamor out. “Erm, just a minute.” He walks back over to the kitchen and prepares three bowls of regular stew, retrieving them from the large container at the center of the kitchen. He then returns and hands the stew out.

“Lunamor is fine.” He glances at the trio of men. “Well, good luck! I am going to help customers.” Lunamor then walks over to the health inspector-looking people. ”Would you like something to eat? We have many good stews.” @Argenti

Lunamor glares in their direction. ”There was a health inspector who visited earlier and criticized my restaurant unfairly. I am… not fond of him. Now, it seems that he is either a quadruplet or has made clones of himself. I do not know why they are here.” Lunamor looks back to Lucas. ”Under no circumstances may you give them more white, and let me know if they are acting suspicious.”

“Nice to meet you two. I’m Lunamor. Let me show you the bar.” Lunamor leads Lucas over to the bar and gives a detailed description of how to man it. He focuses at length on how Lucas must ensure that any requests for Horneater white must be approved by Lunamor. ”Any questions?”

Storms, I forgot to ask for qualifications. Eh, it’s fine. Lunamor was too tired to care about the details at this point. “Great. What are you and your spren’s names?”