paradisa | 064. Down By the Seaside

[Dictated somewhat lazily.]

Alright, I haven't mentioned this in awhile and with the like... revolving door policy the castle likes to do, figured I should say something. Name's Brock, I have a little bit of land sort of southwest of the castle, off the main road to the city.

There's a community garden there if you don't feel like wishing for food or paying the townspeople with fake magic money. Which I totally get, by the way; it feels a little, uh... dishonest. Anyway, the garden's there for anybody who wants to use it. Just don't take everything without putting some work in too, alright?

I got a greenhouse too, in case you want to grow something out of season. There's also a smokehouse but I don't want anybody putting weird mystery meat in there so that's sort of off-limits, okay?

That's about all I wanted to say.

[A pause. Apparently he remembered something else, so--]

Oh, uh, if you see a little dude around the garden, that's just Frodo. So don't scare him or anything. He works for me.

[Vereesa.]
Hey. I'm guessing you went with everybody on that expedition, right? You back yet?

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Thirty, all ready to tear out the throat of anyone who threatens me.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

[There comes a low grumbling through the journal, animalistic and maybe a little sleepy. Certainly not human. Molotov is sitting on a rock with a grizzly bear, its head in her lap like a dog. She has poked it to elicit the sound.]

You should should tell Bonya, he is taking a nap next to me as we speak.

Sure. How about with an AA-12?

[Then the journal closes, abruptly. Joel!!]

[Well then. Molotov was about to make a quip about preferring her AN-94, but then she hears the journal close, so she shrugs and goes back to stroking the head of her bear.

She'll chalk it up as a victory.]