Caela hated endings. She’d been the cause of many in her time, but this one was quickly becoming her least favorite.
Oh, g-good, good. I was worried, b-but there’s a gift for you at y-your door step. Well, gifts, since there’s a bouquet and some food.
Never worry. Really? Bouquet and food, you know the perfect way to my heart. There should be something at your place, probably tomorrow. I didn’t know where to send it, and I was shooting people with fake arrows— But there should be something, as a belated Valentine gift.
Uh.. y-yeah, Happy Valentines Day, Caela!
I hope I wasn’t too.. forward.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Firestarter.
No, no, not at all. You’re good, it was good. Not forward. Nope.
Well, it’s f-for you, actually.
Me? Well… That’s kinda new.
So is that. Huh.
Hm. I guess my n-next stop is Dalgaard.
Is it for Damien or another person or… no?
I shot people.
They’re like is this for your alcoholic mom? And I’m like no, it’s for the alcoholic me.
But always wanted.
There we go. Now you got it! You’ve got it all planned out, now.
… Maybe just a lil bit.
Totally. Plan is in place if it was my grandma. I’m going to pray it wasn’t.
Oh shush. You love me.
See, you had it out of order. I wouldn’t visit you, then. Better her than me!
You’re like the little brother I never got from Santa.
Well, that’s just rude. Fine, I’ll punch someone and then hide. In that hypothetical scenario.