They circle the planet and look at the architecture. They are somewhat disappointed.
"Maybe the aliens think they're pretty," someone says dubiously.
"No," someone else says. "Some things are universal."
"Maybe the aliens are all blind."
"That makes more sense."
"Well we have to pick somewhere."
This place has a lovely large statue-garden-monument thing that Elves would not go out of their way to avoid if it were in Tirion, though they'd probably walk through it quickly. They go for that one.
He hangs up. Sends her contact information.
Not sure, babysitter hasn't emailed back yet. I asked if I could have her here because this is gonna take a while.
I think the family court judges review requests for that. Do you need anything?
It'll recover. I'll see if I can bring Katin.
And one of the blues in family court receives a request to allow a parent in prison custody of her child; parent charged with assault, pollution violations, etc. etc, trial set in four days.
Denied.
Those are a lot of bandages.
Hug.
"Are the random assholes at least also arrested?"
Snuggle. "They're gonna send me pictures of some purples. I don't know what they're doing about the greys."
"If I can like give you permission to see the conversation with the lawyer or something I'll do that, I don't really want to talk about it right now though." Cling.
"Also it's not clear who'd point the guns at the greys but I think it'd be a hazardous career."
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