Would you really run a bookshop? Or would you just sit on the shop, clutching your supply jealously and barking at anyone who tried to buy something? c’| 

I’ll give you mine, then. I’d be an anthropologist, and selfish as I am, my focus would specifically be in India. I don’t think my curiosity about my mother would be extinguished even then. 

I’d travel everywhere, though. 

I could see myself ending up on a certain rainy grey isle for a year, maybe two, reluctantly taking care of an irascible astrophysicist’s bookshop on the weekends, in exchange for interrupting his general state of being by abruptly moving in.

…Yes, sounds like something I would do.

Alright then, a very pretty rock is not just a rock; I am satisfied. |’D

P.S. Since you were wondering, no, I don’t need food. I miss it, though. Tea I certainly cannot live without, I brew myself Darjeeling every ‘morning’, if you would call it that. 

P.P.S. You are an idiot. If I was there, I certainly would not let you swim for so long and get yourself sick. Are you okay? I—

Well. I regret that I can’t offer my nagging and associated services in person at this point in time, rest assured, when I get out of here, you’ll have a lot of it backed up. 

Well, these sorts of things never happen when you want them to, do they?

And how do you feel about this.