PARADISA

Hey, my cutout's finally gone. I've looked around everywhere, but it disappeared. It was getting to be a nuisance, but now... you know how something's a tad bit annoying and intrusive but you get used to its presence anyway and then when it's gone you miss it a little? Yeah.

Not that this is an invitation to give me another one, Paradisa, just in case you're getting ideas.

So, Paradisa, have a question for you.

Let's say that, hypothetically, someone shows up who's pretty much you. Got the same looks, same voice, everything. Do you call castle shenanigans? Assume he is your clone? Or is there something else I'm missing here?

Purely hypothetically speaking, of course.

So, where's a good place a guy can hold a party around here? I need to know for reasons.

OK, those reasons being it was my birthday yesterday. Yeah, I was Mom's little April Fool. I didn't mention it because I didn't want to end up singing it out, and I don't think anybody would have believed me anyway.

So back to my question. Party. I'd like to hold it this weekend, in fact, if it's not too short of notice.

[A few faint sounds can be heard over the journal- specifically, the clink of a mug as it's set down on a counter, the sound of coffee pouring into said mug, and some muttering and more clinking as something is stirred in with a spoon.]

Creamer. I can't go wrong with simple creamer, right?

[Then, there's the sound of Castle blowing on the coffee to cool it, a small slurping noise as he drinks, then a noise of disgust and a spray of coffee all over the journal page. Ewww.]

Damnit. [Castle then realizes the journal is open.] ... This thing was closed when I set it down. I SWEAR it was closed. Anyway, sorry if that transmitted, didn't mean to spit my coffee everywhere. ... Speaking of coffee, anybody know where to get a decent cup? Every time I try to make it myself, it tastes nasty, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what I'm doing wrong.