I've started singing again. Nothing serious, it's just a couple of nights a week at this little jazz lounge in Freyr, but it's nice to be start doing something so familiar again. And I don't want to get rusty.

So - I don't know - if anyone ever wants to drop by the address is here. [She's switching over to text briefly to type out the lounge's location, then it's back to audio!] It's got some pretty good food and drinks, so it's worth checking out!

[And then her tone turns slightly more awkward, because this is kind of a personal subject.] Oh, and does anyone know if there's anything that's sort of like... books that explain how to write? Stories, I mean. Fake things that are completely one hundred percent not true. I've never done it before, so I don't know if there are specific rules or what.

[What? It's a totally benign request and has nothing to do with a desire to try writing romance-y things about people she may or may not know.]

[Filtered away from John Allerdyce]

Hey, what kinds of things should a person expect if she happened to be going on a date with someone and it involved burgers? What should I even wear...?

[Okay, so the sight of Rapunzel with Pascal is not a strange one, they were already pretty much inseparable, and yes it was true she did often love to paint and cook, and it did take hours to brush her hair. But now, she seems unable to leave her paintbrush for some reason. Almost like she feels scared and vulnerable without it. When she wasn't actually trying to practice her power or just painting for fun, she had her paintbrush behind her ear or clutched in her hand. Around her are more paintings (on paper this time), as she has been going through some art books from the library and trying to copy some of the pictures in them.]

I know back home I...kind of painted a lot. I guess it helped me feel like I was painting over the walls, making them disappear...I don't know, that probably sounds a little silly. But yeah, I just can't seem to just leave my paintbrush in my room for some reason. Even Pascal has noticed it. Which is kind of strange.

[And she knows it, looking a little sheepish as she holds to her frying pan with a weak smile, looking down briefly before glancing back to the bracelet.]

More importantly, I'd been wanting to organize an art group or something? I gather quite a few in my house could probably help with that, in Freyr. And also, if anyone hasn't been to the library yet, it's amazing and has so many books!

[Which. Is kind of a big deal for her, since she had all of three books back in the tower at home.]