Ma'am, you make every character three-dimensional, and I've been having illegal amounts of fun with you.

Illegal.

To the point of needing my write-practically-canon-scenes-with-Gwynne fix daily.

As soon as we finish the Outpost aftermath, though, it's probably past time for some infancy brigade at Milliways.

Let's watch some canon this weekend.

Okay, I admit. Tabasco slipped me a hundred to distract you while she breaks out again. And empties the safe.