A/N: Ello, ello. Thanks for reviewing and for the support to continue this fic.

kidishcaresh: I'm glad I was able to save you from an agonizingly boring speech. Speeches (and math problems) are the evil minions, of the evil padawans, of the evil jedis, who get their evil power from the evil force, which makes them, evil. And yes, I'm on a Star Wars kick right now.


Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the characters… well… no I don't own any :Whisper: not yet at least. And I don't own Star Wars, or the minions, or the padawans, or the force… uh… but I can spell it… see… force! Yay me!


Dear Duo,

I feel like the bad guy, but… uh… Wufei doesn't intend to give you a cookie. He was just making sure you would stay put in your house while he told Quatre the news about his toothbrush. He told me that I should just get the cage back from you personally. Just tell me a good time to stop by.

Sincerely,

Trowa