Right, because we haven't had enough of those.

[it's sad when the novelty of a night sky wears off, but having real dirt under your feet is a luxury. and he doesn't pick at or crowd Robin. not yet. he'll just start walking--give him some time to move around without having to watch his every seam and weak point, before he starts something like that.]

There is one square to the west that I particularly like. I bet it's like a graveyard at this hour.