Yay, Cori!!! Go, pounds, go!
I do not know if my Resolve has a gay brother, and I fear to ask. She is currently snapping her whip in a most threatening manner and forcing me to look up recipes and fill out my shopping list. Every time I whine self-importantly that PEOPLE ARE WAITING ON SIGILS III (purely to lust at a distance after the malevolent yet seductive Kalanthe Zsusa), she snaps it again. So no editing for now, and instead I am staring at recipes for corned beef and meat chili. Sigh. Next she will drive me to the dresser since I am not allowed to shop in pajamas.
Debauchery is hogtied and trapped in the cheese drawer at present.