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[the journal picks up the sounds of rustling, creaking, and other hubbub - a phrase which here means hustle and bustle. Lemony is in the process of packing himself a trunk, and dictating as he does so]

My dear residents ... [ahem]

I do apologize for dictating to you thus, rather than my usual written discourse, but I have something to prepare for, and I have lost quite a bit of my preparation time due to having been - [cough.] - terribly transmogrified into a cantankerous caterpillar for the last few days. While I appreciate a literary allusion as much as the next well-read, open-minded individual, I must admit that sitting on mushrooms for such an extended period was neither a comfortable nor recommended pastime.

[cough cough] And neither, of course, is the constant inhalation of mood or mind-altering stimulants, no matter how harmless they may be in a nonsensical situation. I certainly hope that I did not form any lasting first impressions on any of you during that time. While I do enjoy the occasional dose of nicotine, I am hardly such a wanton imbiber under normal - [COUGH.] - circumstances. ... Good heavens. Castle, might I have another pitcher of lemon water? ... Thank you.

[there's a pause as he takes a sip] That being said, I hope that some of you found enjoyable circumstances in recent days, and that no one was terribly injured by that terrible, manxome creature.

[general reparations having been made, he sets to folding up the laundry he'll be taking along, and starts in on the bevy of filters he's been intending to make for a short while now]

[Kalinda]

I have not heard from you recently ... I hope you've been well?

[Jane Crocker]

When would you like to have that cooking lesson in the kitchen?

[Dr. Gregory House]

Sir, I apologize for contacting you out of the blue, but may I have a word?

[Spike]

I have located that book on knids, if you are still interested!

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[... Well, that was more words than Spike has used in a year. Maybe two. At least admitting to using drugs gives him an excuse.

The only reason Spike replies is to point out the flaw in the journal's system. Just in case he's got more where that came from.]

What the hell is a knid?

... Your voice has changed. Are you quite alright?

Spike is a more common name than you'd think.

Is it? I'm terribly sorry, then. I did not mean to cause you any confusion, sir.

[He'd make a point to leave out the 'sir's, but given the circumstance, it might make things easier for him.]

Just weird to find out that a little dragon's friends have a better vocabulary than I do. [--he lied about it being common. There are exactly two of them since the vampire left.]

Why does it unsettle you? And, for that matter, why should the species of an individual designate what manner of company he might keep in relation to yourself?

[Processing...]

Hey, whatever you want to do.

[Spike, you do realize that what you just said isn't even a viable answer to the question at all, right? Lemony frowns at the page, trying to figure out how to say so]

Sir, do you realize that what you just said isn't even a viable answer to the question?

It's not?

[He took a stab at it and everything.]

.... No, sir, it is not.

You know, you really don't have to bother with the 'sir'. [It's getting to him now.]

If you insist. Do you have a surname, so that I might properly distinguish you from my similarly named acquaintance?

[He was here first, but whatever. It's not like he's petty enough to be upset about something like that.]

Spiegel.

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