"I can't believe I'm the first one ready." Kitty called out as she slipped her shoes on in the living room of the apartment, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to do Leia's hair? It's incredibly hard. If anyone has the right to be running late, it's me, you guys have no excuse!"

"Relax." Remy shouted back as he stepped out of his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. "It's just a stupid costume party, Kitty. Plus, Pete ain't even here yet."

"I've already told you 800 times; Pete had to meet some people at the gallery, he picked his costume up this morning and he's going pick us up at 6:30. Which was 5 minutes ago. So he's probably already down there just waiting." Kitty's face broke out into a wide grin when Remy came into view at the end of the hallway, "Oh my God, you look adorable."

"Adorable." He grumbled, passing by her to stalk into the kitchen, "Han Solo is not adorable, Kitty."

"Okay, sorry. You look manly." Kitty said with an eye roll, "Adorably manly." She knit her brow as she looked him over, "What's going on with your shirt? Why is it unbuttoned so far?"

"What are you talking about?" He frowned, pulling an apple out of the fruit bowl before glancing down at his chest, "This is the way Han wears his shirt."

"Uhhh nope. I'm pretty sure he has his shirt buttoned up at least a little. It looks like you're going for like, a JLo plunge or something."

"A what?" He asked with his mouth full of apple.

"A JLo plunge. You know... when she wore that green dress to the Grammys?" Kitty sighed, "It's a dated reference, but you get the point. It looks like you need double sided tape to keep your man boobs secure."

"They're called pec's Kitty, not man boobs." Remy glowered before taking another bite of his apple, "I guess it's been a while since you've seen a pair yourself."

"Alright, let's get this show on the- What the hell is this?!" Pyro barked from the end of the hall, folding his arms angrily over his chest.

Kitty's eyes grew wide as she took in the sight of Pyro's white button down and vest, complete with boots and gun holster. "You're not Luke Skywalker."

"Of course I'm not Luke Skywalker, I'm Han!" Pyro snapped, "Why the hell is he dressed like Han?!"

"Because I am Han Solo." Remy replied, taking another bite of his apple.

"Are you kidding me?! I thought you guys discussed this! I thought you had it all worked out, who was going to be the Luke and who was going to be the Han!"

"We did discuss it. We flipped a coin, and he lost." Pyro spat, jabbing an angry finger at Remy, "He lost. He's the Luke."

"Funny, that's not how I remember it going." Remy said cooly.

Kitty sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Did either of you even bother to get the Luke costume?!"

"Why would I bother, he's Luke." Pyro glowered at Remy, "And what the hell is wrong with your shirt?! You look like a gay pirate."

Remy glanced down at his bare chest and snorted, "Jealous."

Pyro quirked an eyebrow, "Of the gay pirate?"

"Forget it." Kitty clipped, "We'll just have to go, and have two Hans."

"I talked Rogue into being gold bikini Leia." Remy said casually, tossing his apple core into the compost bin, "Don't sweat it."

"What?" Kitty scoffed, "Without even running it by me?!"

"Why would I run it by you?" Remy asked flatly, "You are not my girlfriend."

"Aw! Come on! You get gold bikini Leia an' I'm stuck with stupid white dress Leia?!" Pyro whined.

Kitty let out an offended little gasp, "Excuse me?! I'm a princess, I look effing regal!"

Pyro eyed her with a pout and crossed his arms petulantly, "It's just not the same..."

"Let's just go." Kitty said through barred teeth, grabbing her coat out of the closet.

She phased herself through the apartment door and stomped down the hall, taking her anger out on the elevator button a good fifteen times before the doors finally slid open. The two Hans stepped in after her, wisely keeping their mouths shut for the ride down to the lobby, until they all piled into Piotr's idling Tahoe.

"Sorry we're late, Kitty took forever." Remy said, as he pulled the passenger door shut behind him.

"Hilarious." Kitty muttered, "They're both Han Solo, Pete. We have two Hans."

"That is, uh..." Piotr cleared his throat and shifted the car into drive. "Unfortunate."

"I won the coin toss." Pyro frowned, "I'm the real Han."

Remy leaned back in his seat and uttered a derisive snort.

"Wait, didn't you want to change before we leave?" Kitty frowned, glancing back at the sight of the apartment building disappearing into the distance.

Piotr silently gripped the steering wheel and cleared his throat again, "No..."

"Why?" Kitty knit her brow, "I mean, it's not as if it's an uncomfortable costume, it's basically a pair of fuzzy pajamas, Pete."

Remy glanced over at Piotr, not entirely interested in his answer, catching sight of his attire from the street lights overhead.

"Why do you have a gun holster, Pete?" Remy asked with dangerously narrowed eyes.

Kitty gasped as she leaned over forward, looking down over his shoulder, "You didn't!"

"Oi!" Pyro scowled as he leaned forward along with Kitty, "What the hell Pete! I'm Han!"

Piotr let out a breath and rolled his eyes, "What is the big deal?"

"Three Han's Pete! That's the big deal!" Kitty barked from the back seat, "We can't have three Han Solo's!"

"The Chewbacca costume smelled! Like... mildew and sweat!" Piotr protested, "The Han costume was right next to it, and it fit perfectly. Plus it came with a gun!"

"You really can't blame the guy. He made the right choice." Remy said with a shrug before slouching back down in his seat. "We could be the Hans through the trilogy, you know? Like, A New Hope,"He pointed at Piotr, "Empire Strikes Back," He flipped a hand to Pyro, "And I'll be Return of the Jedi, Han."

Piotr nodded and voiced his acceptance of Remy's idea and Pyro crossed his arms with another petulant little shrug.

"Or," Kitty slapped the back of Piotr's seat with a bit too much force, "We could just tell people we're the cast from Star Whores."

"I don't know... I think Star Whores would be three Leia's and one Han." Pyro said thoughtfully. "And they'd definitely be gold bikini Leia's, just sayin'."

Kitty crossed her arms and pouted, "I hate you all."

"Get your panties out of a bunch, would you? It's not that big of a deal." Remy frowned back at her, "So we didn't show up in matching jumpsuits, so what? We aren't the X-men, Kittiot."

Piotr glanced at Kitty through the rear view mirror and knit his brow, "Well... At least you look cute, Katya."

"I know I do." Kitty snapped, "And don't try to sweet talk me now, Piotr. Just drive."

They were all silent for the entire duration of the trip, with the exception of Pyro grumbling about the legality of coin tosses every five minutes or so, until they finally pulled into the mansion grounds, winding their way up the long driveway before finding a place to park.

"Geeze, this place is jumping." Pyro muttered, "Who the hell did they invite? I didn't think the X-men had friends outside of the X-men. They're like an' incestuous little cult."

Kitty grunted and phased her way out through the back door of the Tahoe, storming up the steps with the three guys straggling behind her.

She wasted no time pounding on the door with the side of her fist, only to have it swing open in the middle of her third knock. Rogue, who had undoubtedly been waiting next to the door for their arrival, let out a quick breath and rolled her eyes.

"It's about damn time you got here!" She huffed, impatiently waving them in, "People started showin' up like, a half an hour ago."

Kitty stepped in first and tugged her coat off, letting her eyes sweep the foyer which had been decorated with crepe paper jack-o-lanterns and cardboard skeletons, and she couldn't help but make note of the glaringly obvious fact that someone incredibly lame must have been put in charge of the decorations. She handed her jacket to Rogue as she turned her eyes up to observe the rubber bats that had been suspended from the ceiling.

"Scott?"

Rogue snorted and took her jacket, "How'd you guess?"

Remy stopped abruptly in the doorway as he took in the sight of Rogue's regular clothes, which was most decidedly NOT a gold bikini, and frowned, "What the hell! Where's your costume!?"

"This is my costume." She said, gesturing to the name tag stuck to her black shirt, "I'm Carol."

"Who the hell is Carol?!" He clipped, taking a step inside and watching as she shut the door behind him, "What happened to Princess Leia with the gold bikini!?"

"What?! I'm not wearing that stupid thing in public, are you insane?" Rogue scoffed, tossing Kitty's coat into the closet before taking a good look at the four of them in their strangely matching costumes. "And you are... Three Hans and a little Leia?"

Kitty held up a hand and pressed her lips together, "Don't even ask."

Rogue turned her attention to Remy's plunging neckline and knit her brow, "Why is your shirt unbuttoned so far?"

"He's the gay pirate version of Han." Pyro answered with a smirk, which earned him a sharp glare from Remy,

"This is how he wears it!" He snapped defensively and Kitty let out a long, deep breath, rolling her eyes upwards.

"I need to be alone for a few minutes." She muttered before turning on her heel and heading into the main hall.

"Look at that, now you're Han Trio." Rogue said with a chuckle, "The three Han-migos. The Three Musk-Han-teers."

"Listen to that, Carol's a comedienne." Remy said with a sardonic little grin.

Suddenly, Pyro barked "I won the coin toss!" As he gestured angrily between the two other Han Solos, "I'm the real Han!"

"Would you shut up about the damn coin toss already?!" Remy snapped back, "Everyone knows I'm the Han, Pyro."

Piotr turned to Rogue with a stifled sigh, "I should go talk to Kitty."

"Yeah, get out while you can." Rogue nodded, keeping her eyes on the two bickering about the accuracy of their costumes and which one would make a better Han Solo, and Piotr turned around and followed the direction Kitty had gone in.

He made his way through the bustling ballroom, managing to spy Kitty phasing her way through the crowd at the other end of the room before disappearing around another corner. He followed her through the room, trying his best to politely pick his way through the throng of people before finally managing to locate her in what he assumed was meant to be the "haunted" rec. room, judging from the dim lighting and fake cobwebs hung about. There were bowls filled with various different items like cold spaghetti and grapes, which were apparently meant to represent different body parts of a deceased and dismembered witch, and in the middle of the room, Princess Leia sat pouting on the couch.

She glanced up at him when she heard him and let out an irritated grunt, "Alone Piotr. I wanted to be alone."

He ignored her unwelcoming greeting and crossed the room to sit down next to her on the couch. "I am sorry I upset you." He began, choosing the blunt approach towards an apology, "I did not think it would be such a big deal, it is just a costume." Piotr frowned, "I still have my regular clothes in the car, I can go change if you-"

"I'm not mad about the costumes." She interrupted him and let her shoulders sag with a sigh before reluctantly sliding her eyes over to his expectant gaze. "... I got fired again."

He blinked at her, fighting back the urge to ask her how she managed to lose her job this time and puckered his brow, "Again?"

"Well, technically I was laid off." She said with an edge of defensiveness in her tone as she rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers, "It hasn't been busy enough and they just couldn't afford to keep me on anymore. Though that doesn't make it suck any less."

Piotr wrapped an arm around her and dropped a kiss onto her forehead, "I am sorry."

"I just wanted this stupid costume party to be a fun kind of... distraction or something, and nothing is going right." She frowned, "I just feel like I can't do anything. I just fail at everything."

Piotr was silent for a moment as he continued to rub circles along her back before saying, "Maybe you are just... trying to do the wrong things."

"What do you mean?" She murmured against his chest.

"I mean maybe... maybe you should look at doing something you know can do well."

"Like what?" She pulled away from him to utter a derisive scoff, "Re-join the X-men?"

He pressed his lips together and gave his head a shake, "What about going back to school? You were almost finished, and-"

"I've moved past that, Piotr." She said firmly, cutting him off.

"Moved past it, or run from it?" He said, taking the blunt approach yet again. "Why are you avoiding it, Katya?"

"I'm not avoiding it, it just wasn't what I wanted." She said defensively.

"I do not think that's it." He countered.

"Well I don't care what you think!" She clipped angrily in response.

He pressed his lips together again and squared his jaw, turning his eyes to glance around the rec room as an awkward silence stretched between the two of them. Eventually, Piotr sucked in a breath and said, "You could always give the image consultant thing another try."

Kitty glanced over at him and pressed her lips into a thin, sheepish smile, "Sure."

"You were great at that, you helped me learn." He gestured to his costume and smirked, "Yes?"

"I guess." She glanced back at him quickly, unable to hide the way her smile grew. "You do make a pretty nice Han."

"I know." He agreed with a smug nod. "And see, now we match."

"Okay, fine. I'll admit you made the right call with the Han costume." She said conceded, lifting a finger to coyly trace the neckline of his shirt.

"I am glad you think so." He replied, leaning down towards her slightly.

"Maybe later you can show me that gun, hmm?" She wagged her eyebrows playfully and he chuckled. Her eyes flicked down to his mouth and she purred, "I can't wait to-"

"Did you know this stupid thing was catered by Chili's?!" Remy demanded indignantly as he stomped into the room, completely blinded by his fury to the way Kitty suddenly distanced herself from Piotr. "It's like I can't escape that goddamn place no matter how hard I try!"

"Oh relax." Rogue muttered, following him into the rec room with her arms crossed, "I mentioned it casually to Jean, I didn't think she'd actually take me up on it."

Kitty twisted in her seat to look back at Remy hoping her flushed cheeks where hidden with a frown, "I would have thought the lack of alcohol here was more upsetting than the catering to you."

Remy's eyes grew wide as this information settled in, "There's... there's no alcohol?!"

Rogue winced with a guilty frown, "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that."

"You've gotta be kidding me Rogue!" Remy barked, "I need booze! Little miss perfect is out there organizing a Halloween themed Boggle tournament! I can't make it without booze, Rogue! I can't!"

"Look, someone always manages to sneak some beer into these parties, it's only a matter of time. Just be patient." Rogue replied diplomatically, and Remy opened his mouth to argue with her, apparently unsatisfied with her answer, when Kitty piped up.

"I know where to get some." She pushed herself up from her seat on the couch, "Logan keeps his beer locked up in a fridge in his room. Of course, locked doors have never been much of an obstacle for me." She gave him a cheeky wink and Piotr frowned,

"I don't like the sound of this, Katya. You should not be breaking in-"

"It's not breaking in. I won't break anything. I'll just walk through his door, stick my hand in the fridge and take Remy a beer-"

"Or two." Remy added quickly.

"-Or two." Kitty amended with a wave of her hand, ignoring the way Rogue fixed her with a disapproving frown, as if she were a saint. Kitty crossed the room and pulled Remy/Han along with her back to the party. They hung a quick left to avoid Jean Grey dressed as Raggedy Anne trying to corral people into the Spooky Boggle tournament and took a sort cut through the Bobbing for Apples station, where Pyro/Han jumped out in front of them.

"There you are!" His voice heavy with desperation as he clamped a hand down around her elbow, "I need you for a sec."

"Well too bad." Remy said, grabbing onto her other arm and tugging her back towards him, "She's helping me find alcohol. Did you know they had Chili's catering this stupid thing?!"

"Oh sweet!" Pyro's eyes darted over to the refreshments table, "I wonder if they have any of those Southwest egg rolls..." He tugged on Kitty's arm and said "C'mon let's check."

"Hans, please... there is plenty of Leia to go around." Kitty chuckled before a frown puckered her brow, "No, that was weird..." She phased her arm away from Remy and informed him she would be back in two minutes before following Pyro through the crowd over to the refreshments table.

His eyes cautiously scanned the room from his new vantage point at the side of the room before quickly flicking back over to Kitty,

"You gotta keep Tabby away from me."

"Huh?" Kitty squinted in confusion.

"Your friend Tabby!" His eyes darted around the room again, "I think she knows."

"She knows what?!"

"About..." He took a step closer to her and lowered his voice to a whisper, "Johnny Thunder."

"Oh." She frowned at the memory.

"If she doesn't know, she's gettin' damn close." He said, taking another visual sweep of the room to ensure Tabby hadn't tracked him down yet, "Her guesses aren't getting closer exactly but she's got this little twinkle in her eye... She's puttin' the pieces together, Kitty. I can see it."

"Look, if you don't want people knowing what you do, then why don't you just not do it?" Kitty asked impatiently.

He let out a sigh, "You don't get it-" He stopped short, his eyes widening suddenly as he ducked down behind her, "Dammit! I gotta go." He hissed, "You didn't see me, y'hear?"

Kitty rolled her eyes as Pyro slunk back into the crowd, turning her attention to the food spread.

"It smells like hell." Remy commented, coming to a stop next to her, "This is what I imagine hell smells like."

"It smells like Chili's, Remy." Kitty muttered without bothering to look up at him.

"It's the same thing." He whispered forebodingly, which only caused her to let out a laugh. He ignored her, and cut his eyes to the massive archway across the room, "Lance is here." He informed her with an air of disgust, "And he's got that drunk look in his eye."

Kitty followed Remy's line of sight and scoffed, "Yeah, thanks for the warning."

"I'm not warning you." He said, turning his leveled gaze back to her, "I want you to find out where he got that drink he's holding. It's clearly alcohol."

"What?" She sniffed, "I'm not going over to talk to Lance, Remy."

"That's fine." His eyes wandered back over towards Lance with a smirk, "Looks like he's stumbling over here to talk to you anyway."

Her face dropped and her head snapped up to see Lance ambling his way over, a sardonic smile stretching across his face the moment they locked eyes.

"Well, if it isn't the happy couple." He said, tossing a hand up in the air as he came to a stop in front of them before letting his eyes rake over her, "You look good."

"What are you doing here, Lance?" Kitty asked, choosing to ignore his not-so-subtle leering and crossing her arms over her chest, "Did you crash the party just to irritate me?"

"I didn't crash." He frowned, offended by the very idea, "I was invited."

"You were invited?" Remy asked with a dubious grin. "By who? The tooth fairy?"

"No, Jean Grey. She hand delivered the invitations herself." He tipped his nose up at Remy indignantly, using his free hand to straighten the lapel of his suit, "Got a problem with that, Esse?"

"What are you supposed to be?" Kitty interjected before Remy could reply, her brow knit in confusion as she looked over his double breasted suit with Monopoly money hanging out of the pockets, "Donald Trump?"

"I'm Bruce Wayne!" He grinned before taking a drink from his red solo cup. When the two of them didn't respond he lowered his voice to a whisper and pressed a finger to his lips, "Batman. Shh."

Remy's eyebrows perked up and he exchanged a look with Kitty, which clearly let her know that he was far too amused with the entire situation to care too much about his lack of alcohol.

"Right." Kitty replied quickly, "Well, Batman, we should go-"

"Was that flame crotch I saw you talkin' to a few minutes ago?" Lance asked with a frown, glancing back towards the crowd quickly before turning back to Remy, "Are you two wearing the same costume?"

Remy sneered, "Yes."

Lance threw his head back and let out a laugh, "Well isn't that cute!"

Kitty rolled her eyes at him and put a hand on Remy's arm in an attempt to calm him. "Lance, why don't you just go sit down for a few minutes? Maybe drink some coffee. Lay off whatever is in that cup."

"Is everything alright here?" Rogue asked, appearing at Remy's side with her eyes fixed on Lance. When Piotr came to a stop next to Rogue and Lance realized that he matched Remy and Pyro, his laughter picked up again.

"All three of you dressed up as Han Solo?!" He wheezed through peals of laughter, "This is perfect! She came in a couples costume with all three of you!" He pointed at Piotr as he laughed, "She really is the apartment bicycle!"

Piotr's face grew hard and he squared his jaw, "You really should stop."

Lance's eyes went comically wide and he tossed his hands up into the air slightly, sloshing some beer out of his cup, "Oh excuse me, sir!" He turned to Remy with a wink and jerked a thumb towards Piotr, "Sounds like this one wants to hog the bike, if ya know what I mean." He continued to chuckle as he looked back at Piotr, crooking a finger to him and stage whispering, "I'll give you a tip there, hombre. If you nibble just under her ear, she'll moan like a-"

He was abruptly cut short when Piotr hauled off and punched him square in the nose. His head snapped back, and he dropped his red cup, his hands flying up to his nose with a pained cry.

And then his eyes widened, and burned with fury at Piotr as the first small tremors were felt.

"Lance-" Kitty managed to say before he lunged forward, tackling Piotr into the refreshments table behind him. The Chili's food on the black serving trays flew up into the air as the table buckled in the middle under their weight and everything crashed to the floor.

"I'm Bruce Wayne, bitch!" Lance shouted at no one in particular as he landed a punch, only to quickly lose the upper hand once the element of surprise was no longer on his side, with Piotr grabbing him into a headlock.

Pyro scrambled over to Kitty with his wide eyes fixed on the fight that was quickly becoming the center of attention, "Cripes! I leave for 30 seconds and all hell breaks loose!" He gaped, catching sight of the destroyed refreshments table and letting out a whine, "Aww, the egg rolls!"

"What is going on here?!" Jean pushed through the crowed which had gathered with Logan hot on her heels and squared her jaw, "Enough!" She flicked her hand and separated the two telepathically, "You ruined my Boggle Tournament!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was doomed from the start." Remy muttered under his breath with a smirk, and Jean flicked her glare towards him momentarily.

"Alright, c'mon tough guy." Logan grumbled, hauling the broken Bruce Wayne up off the floor by the scruff of his neck to stand on his feet before making eye contact with Piotr and giving his head a jerk, indicating that he should come along as well.

Scott Summers dressed up as a visor wearing Raggedy Andy came to a stop next to Jean with his face set in a frown, placing a comforting hand on the small of her back as they quietly discussed how to handle the situation.

"Look at the food!" Jean whimpered, throwing a hand up in the air in exasperation.

"It's okay, there's more in the kitchen." He said soothingly, glancing back at Pyro, Remy and Kitty over his shoulder. The gesture was not lost on Kitty who narrowed her eyes back at him in return, silently daring the clown to imply that this was in any way their fault.

"You're right, it's fine." Jean said with a determined nod before plastering a smile on her face, "Charades Tournament in the Haunted Rec Room in five minutes everyone!"

"Oh God." Remy groaned pathetically causing Rogue to smirk.

"We should go check on Piotr." She suggested, taking Remy's hand as he cast her a grateful glance and leading the way out of the ballroom.

The four of them made their way out to the balcony where they found Piotr slumped on a bench, holding a blue ice pack to his lip. He gave them a half smile when he caught sight of them, partially grimacing at the twinge of pain the simple action brought on and Kitty let out a whimper.

"Pete." She breathed, her brow pinched in worry as she knelt down in front of him, gingerly touching his split lip, "You're such an idiot, what did you do that for?"

"I could not let him talk about you like that." He replied softly before clearing his throat and glancing quickly at the group beyond her, "You are my friend."

"Well at least we know Han shot first." Pyro said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and rocking back on his heels with a grin, "Am I right?"

"So, is that it now? Are we done?" Remy asked with the glimmer of hope in his eye, "Can we leave?"

Kitty rolled her eyes as she pushed herself up to her feet and dusted her knees off, opening her mouth to answer.

"Not so fast." The gruff voice came from the balcony doorway and caused them all to snap their attention over to him, "I'm supposed to give you some kind of talking to." Logan said, crossing his arms.

"A talking to, what are we 14?" Remy snorted.

"No, you're not." Logan grunted, turning to glare at Remy as he walked past him with his arms crossed, "Technically we should be calling the police."

Kitty tensed up and she knit her brow at the older man, "You can't just-"

"Cool it, Half Pint." He waved her off and turned his attention to Piotr, "You wanna tell me what happened?"

"He was asking for it." Piotr frowned, his eyes darting quickly to Kitty before settling back on Logan's.

He stared silently at him for a moment before letting out a deep breath, "I guess that sounds about right." He mumbled dryly, "Well I just put Mike Tyson into a cab and sent him home. I think you guys should take Evander here and head out yourselves."

"Wait, you're kicking us out?" Kitty gaped.

Logan blinked at her before furrowing his brow, "Kurt left a bunch of big blue hairballs in the Bobbing For Apples bucket, Bobby is in there trying to start up a game of "Slutty Twister" where he basically plays Twister with a bunch of chicks dressed up like prostitutes, and Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy are planning on doing a murder mystery in half an hour. So yeah, I'm kickin' you out. You're welcome."

He turned on his heel and clapped Piotr on the shoulder before disappearing back inside.

"Thank GOD." Remy sighed dramatically, rubbing a hand over his face, "Let's go already."

"I love murder mysteries." Pyro pouted.

"Pyro! There you are!" Tabby's voice cut through the crowd inside as she made her way to the balcony with a grin on her lips, and Pyro's eyes went as big as saucers.

"I'll meet you at the car!" He called out to them from over his shoulder before vaulting over the side of the balcony.

Piotr pushed himself up off the bench and gave Kitty a crooked smile with the ice pack still pressed to the side of his mouth as Rogue and Remy leaned over the edge of the balcony to watch Pyro stumble through the garden below, "This was fun, we should do it again some time."

A/N- Update!? What?! I know guys, I know. I'm just as shocked as you. ;)
Anyway, I'm certainly not planning on leaving dry spells like that between chapters anymore, but unfortunately the Blog always seems to take prescience (because it's way easier to write... I won't lie)
That being said, please review! I love hearing from you all!
Thanks everyone!