Plus, I’m starting to wonder how the others are getting on. If all I have to report is that it’s dark down here in the world’s basement, oh, and we seem to have a problem with damp, and there are snails, I’d rather get back and get it over with. Maybe the rabbit’s found something more interesting. Although he’s probably talked it to death by now.

Ugh, see? Textual sarcasm, unaccompanied by half-lidded eyes and one ever-so-slightly flattened ear, is such a weak thing. I don’t know how others manage to properly express themselves, I really don’t.

Ah, well. If nothing develops soon with the Duchess of Damp over here, I’m off back to the light.

(Try to imagine that last disparaging nickname was accompanied by a studious ear-washing, for full effect.)