Captain's Log: Entry 21:
Sunday 24th January 2016 (Night):
Well I've garnered more strange looks by being myself here for a fortnight than I have throughout the entirety of the rest of my history... I'm not sure whether I'm enjoying it or not if I'm honest.
It was a good Assassin's Creed run though. Probably comes of being in a house with an ex-assassin.
Ah, who am I kidding, Romano couldn't assassinate someone if they insulted his precious tomato field.
Anyway, Crumpet has betrayed me. He's joined the Grecian army. I saw him conducting some sort of initiation at Siesta Central today. Bloody traitor.
My wings are getting in the way of EVERYTHING! I have bruises all over them from banging into door frames and tables, not to mention how rumpled my feathers are! I'm going to need someone nice to order them for me, maybe Hungary... I'll ask her next week, if I can get her when Austria isn't around.
Next week I'm cooking again... I have the strangest urge to cook proper, British fish and chips for them all but I feel like it would be flat-out rejected by everyone else. I'll pick nearer the time.
No news on the Romano case, the trail's gone cold on that one which is sort of annoying me but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.
No progress on the case of Francis either. I'm certain it wasn't Prussia, Sweden or any of the other obvious tops in the house, but beyond that I have no clue. It might have been America, but that's absurd, right?
I'll think over it and get back to you once I have a little more concrete evidence.
Until then, Cheerio!