It said quite a bit about his current situation that Nebula was a tiny part of Rocket's problems. He was far more concerned about Groot's treatment with the Ravagers and the chairs he, Ronan, and Yondu were tied to than he was about Nebula's betrayal. She hadn't killed anyone...yet, but she hadn't stopped any deaths either, not that Rocket had expected her to. Whatever Quill's sister had said about trusting Nebula was bullshit, and now Rocket was stuck with the shitty proof, smell and all. Oh boy did it smell like sweat and stale, cheap alcohol; Rocket had been to plenty of shady bars that smelled far better than the Ravager ship.

But that was the smell when drunk people become mass murders.

The portion of the crew loyal to Yondu were left without their leader after Nebula had blown up Yondu's fin, and while Yondu was still alive, there was no way he could fight. So the crew loyal to the new commander took advantage of the situation and gathered up Yondu's crew. The motley group of people who were loyal to Yondu and those who were just not liked in general, had been dragged to the various ejection pods around the craft to eventually get sucked out into space and die.

Rocket had seen the death play out repeatedly for nearly an hour now. Each person had screamed, begged, and struggled to escape to the sound of mocking laughter from the others. Each one was dragged past Yondu, who faintly whispered their name as they were killed in front of him. Obio was the newest name to come from Yondu. Younger than most of the Ravagers, his pleas for help from Yondu were shrill, but somehow the silence after his screams and his pounding against the glass were gone rang in Rocket's ears more than the noise had.

Taking a break from overseeing the numerous deaths, the new head of the Ravagers crew punched Yondu in the head a few times while declaring him weak and stupid. Yondu didn't fight back, and without any struggle, the Ravager grew board of a motionless punching bag, so he addressed his new crew instead, "It's time for the Ravagers to once again rise to glory with a new Cap'n…TASERFACE."

Rocket's burst of laughter was a sharp contrast to the cheering of the Ravagers, and Taserface heard it. Turning, eyes crazed, he took in the still laughing Rocket in a way that made him feel like meat. Of course, this just made Rocket laugh harder; the man could look at him like nothing all he wanted, but Rocket would still have a much better name than Taserface.

To his credit, Rocket did try to calm himself and he did say, "I'm sorry," through his laughter, but it took him a moment of more chuckling before he could ask, "Your name is...it's Taserface?"

"That's right," Taserface confirmed.

He had puffed out his chest when he answered Rocket question, and that only made Rocket barely stop himself from starting another round of laughter. His voice shaking with the effort, he asked a very important question, "Do you…shoot tasers out of your face?"

"It's metaphorical!"

The proudly shouted roar only made Rocket laugh harder than before, "For what?"

Blinking at the question, Taserface screwed of his face as he tried to think up something, but he quickly gave up and declared, "It's a name that strikes fear in anyone what hears it!"

"Really…? Okay, sure."

Enraged at the doubt dripping from every word, Taserface shouted, spit flying everywhere, that Rocket was going to be the next one to be killed. He stormed of, he reappeared with a formal blade that was quickly held at Yondu's neck. The blue-idiot blinked slowly at Taserface even as the man started the spiel that would lead to Yondu's death. "Udonta, I been waiting to do this for a long ti-"

Once again, a thoroughly enraged Taserface was glaring at Rocket and demanding his explanation because Rocket had started to laugh loudly once more. His attempts to muffle the noise by burying his snout into his chest was less than successful, so it appeared, but that was because he really wasn't trying. Not when it felt so good to mock the crazed man. "I just keep imagining you waking up one morning, looking in the mirror, and, in all seriousness, saying, 'You know what would be a really kickass name? Taserface!'" Now full on laughing, it took a moment for Rocket to recover enough to ask, "What was your second choice?! Scrotum hat?!" The death warrant he had signed and kissed was worth it for the look on Taserface's face as Rocket and the rest of the Ravagers laughed at him and mocked him for his stupidity that Rocket had highlighted with very good impressions.

Truly, Rocket had the last laugh in his death. Even as Rocket's chair was tipped back by Taserface so that the ridiculously formal knife - Weren't Ravagers supposed to be all dirty? Where had they even gotten it? - could just touch the skin over his heart, he still was able to mock his killer by snarling. "Well, dying is certainly better than having to live an entire life as a moronic shitbag who thinks 'Taserface' is a cool name."

And then he closed his eyes and waited. He didn't flinch even as he felt the cool air that told him Taserface had reared the knife back and was coming down to stab him. Rocket had mocked his killer to the very end, and that was all he needed to die happy.

But death did not come for the waiting Rocket Raccoon. Nebula, who had silently watched the entire time, finally interrupted to declare that there would be no more killing. Taserface moved away from Rocket to glare at Nebula; this, plus his mocking "Thought you were the biggest sadist in the galaxy," were the two actions that made it clear to Rocket that he really was a moronic shitbag. It was pathetic.

"That was when Daddy was paying my bills," Nebula spat with loathing dripping from every word. Everyone watched as she moved across the room from the wall she had been leaning on, even Rocket watched. You had to be a special kind of idiot to not watch the lethal, insane person that was Nebula, and Rocket wasn't that idiot. He didn't even complain when Nebula nodded to him and referred to him as a fox, because that would be a suicide that he did not want to partake in, so he just sat silently, fuming, as she said with a head tilt towards Rocket, "The Priestess wants to kill the fox herself. And he has bounties on his head in at least twelve Kree provinces," she continued with another head tilt towards Yondu, "And he is wanted by Thanos," she finished with a final head tilit towards Ronan.

There was a plan going on, Rocket realized sharply. When he and Gamora had talked, she had always made it clear that Nebula hated Thanos to such an extent that even Gamora couldn't reach that level of hatred, and it had always been clear that Gamora hated Thanos. Gamora hadn't gone into the specifics, but it didn't take a genius to realize that Nebula had not always been robotic, and from there Rocket could easily make two plus two equal four. That anger was something Rocket could relate to, and he knew everything he had done surrounding them had been to spit them. They wanted him to be dumb, so he became a genius They wanted him to fly, so Rocket made sure that every flight ended with catastrophic crashes. They wanted him to die, so Rocket fuckin lived. If he knew there was something they wanted, even if it was something he hated, he would protect it with his life if it meant they would never get it.

Nebula had that anger, so Rocket knew there was no way she would ever give something to Thanos if she even suspected he wanted it. Whatever was going on was planned, and Rocket...Rocket wanted in.

There were no plans going on at Ego's planet. After Galaxy had asked her question about why Ego had left her and Peter's mother if he had loved her, the hall had fallen awkwardly and heavily silent. It was broken only by Mantis' quick offer to take Gamora and Drax to their rooms, which was quickly agreed to by Ego. While their friends were led away, Ego brought the twins out to his courtyard.

Of course, the courtyard was grand in size and beauty like everything else on Ego's planet. Still, Galaxy was stunned enough by the sight to pause in the doorway so that she could take it in. The vibrant planets somehow gave the place a feeling of tranquility that made Galaxy inhale slowly though her nose and then out of her mouth in an instantly relaxed state. Even though there was yet another dominating statue, the courtyard's statue was built with so much clear emotion that the two could not be compared. Meredith Quill, in a gray stone, was still as beautiful as ever with her soft, knowing smile. Even in stone, her mother's eyes still held that distinct sparkle to them.

The statue was a reminder, not that she needed it, of why Galaxy was upset. How could someone be in love yet leave the person they were in love with? How could someone leave the wonderful, wonderful person Galaxy's mother was? Even with just a statue, Galaxy didn't want to stop looking at her. She only looked away when she started to speak to Ego, "She told everyone our father was from the stars. They all thought she was crazy...I thought she was crazy, so I told my uncle. When they found out it was brain cancer..." her breath hitched and cut herself off as she started at Ego and wordlessly pleaded with him to give the right answer to all the unspoken yet perfectly clear questions she had.

No answer came despite the heavy guilt that was weighing down Ego's eyes and his face, so Galaxy continued haltingly, "We already didn't have a dad, so when mom started to die we had no one," she sniffled and swiped at her own eyes as her tears started to fall. "I would love to believe you, but...how could anyone leave my mom to die alone?"

Ego took Galaxy's hand and squeezed it tight as he started to answer the question, "I didn't want to leave your mother, Ariel, but if I don't return regularly to this planet and the light within, this form will wither and perish-"

Galaxy stepped backwards, away from Ego, as the right answer, the one she needed to hear him say, didn't come. Cutting himself off, Ego stared at her intently, his gaze almost burning her, as he waited for her to say in a shaking voice, "Why didn't you ever come back? Why send, Yondu, a man who runs a disgraced Ravager group, to get your children?" Before Ego had a chance to respond to her questions, Galaxy snapped her final question in a much harder voice as her primary emotion shifted from sadness to anger, "How am I supposed to believe you care about us when you don't even know my name?"

"Wha-"

"It's Galaxy," she declared before Ego could express the bewilderment that was shinning in his eyes, "Ariel Quill died when a drunk Yondu sold me to the Krees because he had no money and I was worth something."

There was a hardness in Ego's eyes that swam in her emotional state and reminded her of the look in Peter's eyes, still a boy of eight, when Yondu had told the two that she was leaving. His breath still heavy with the sharp smell of alcohol, Galaxy could remember Peter's simple question, "But why?"

"Money...it's always because of money. They'll pay good for you and they'll toughen you up so you're like me."

At some point relieving that memory, Galaxy had started to cry heavily, but she wasn't cognitively aware of that until Peter tried to wipe at her face a few times before giving up and handing her a rag to do it herself. Ego had started to cry as well, but Galaxy selfishly hoarded the rag her brother had given her,

Through his tears, Ego said in a thick, low voice, "I love your mother. I couldn't stand to set foot on an Earth where she wasn't living. You can't imagine what that's like."

Peter had been silent as Galaxy had poured out her emotions, but now he was the one to hurtle them at Ego as he shouted forcefully enough to make the other man flinch, "We know exactly what that's like! We had to watch her die!"

"Not just die," Galaxy corrected, her brother's anger signaling her own to grow as well, "because cancer isn't quick and we saw how slow it was." Taking a deep breath, when she spoke again, her voice was less angered and hard in favor of the simple sadness and hurt that she primarily felt, "On some days, she would look at us and ask who we were. Near the end, her body was breaking down and the smell made me want to gag, so I couldn't even hug her like I desperately wanted to."

With a desperately guilty, horrified, and crushed look, Ego looked directly at Peter and Galaxy and said thickly, "Over the millions and millions of years of my existence, I have made many mistakes. But you two aren't one of them. Please give me the chance to be the father she would want me to be." The little nods from both in response to his plea made Ego's face almost crack open with its wide smile.

Still trying to compose herself, Galaxy didn't realize Ego was talking until he took her hand and squeezed the center of her palm. "This planet and the light within it…they are apart of both of you."

More compose than she was, Peter was the one to ask their shared question of, "What do you mean?

Giving Galaxy's palm another squeeze before he let it go, Ego moved himself directly in front of Peter. "Give me your hands son," he requested. Hesitantly, Peter offered his hands to Ego, who manipulated them until they were in his desired position. With a nod, he moved so he was directly in front of Galaxy and asked softly, "Do you want to try?"

Nodding, Galaxy felt very childlike as her hands were manipulated by Ego into the same position her brother's were in. When he was done, Galaxy looked at them with confusion; he had rotated them as if she was about to make something appear out of the air between them. Slowly looking up from her own hands, she was even more confused to see Ego hold his hands in the same position as a mirror to his children. Just what did he have planned, and what did it have to do with being a father to them?

"Now, close your eyes and concentrate. Take your brain to the center of the planet."

Galaxy did as he instructed. Her eyes shut and she imagined white-glowing tendrils growing from her brain to dig into the center of the planet she was standing on, like the opposite of a seed. She could feel something there and a pressure as powerful and bright as the tendrils she had imagined was starting to grow in her stomach. At first, it had felt blissful, but then the energy grew and changed so that it was twisted. It was still the same energy, but someone or something had polluted it and that pollution was spreading to the energy Galaxy had gotten for herself. Her natural reaction was to try and push it down to the Earth, but at some point the energy had become stronger than herself. She couldn't control it, stop it, or do anything except wait for it to overtake her, and Galaxy knew that whatever happened after that would be bad...

"Yes! Yes!"

Her eyes wrenched open and Galaxy stared down at her arms to see the same tendrils of light she had imagined were growing like chains around her arms. She was horrifyingly fascinated with the view to the point that it was hard to look at Ego to see why he was so excited because surely he had known about the issue with the energy...right?

He hadn't even noticed what Galaxy was able to produced, and when Galaxy glanced at her arms once more she saw that all traces of it were gone. Looking back up, she looked over at Peter to see exactly why Ego's attention was on him. There, in the air between his hands, Peter had produced a ball of the energy, but the impressive display disappeared as soon as Peter opened his eyes and jerked in shock.

Beaming widely, Ego turned to Galaxy and asked intently, "Did you feel anything?"

"I...I don't know. Maybe?"

A new, foreign look entered Ego's eyes at her hesitant answer. Galaxy named it disappointment at first, but there was something that made the look linger with questions about it in her mind Quickly praising Peter, Ego turned his full attention onto Galaxy as he walked her through the entire process for the second time...third time...fourth time...but each had the same result where the energy would build and then that pollution would spread and she would do everything to break the connection. She succeeded each time, but by the last one the effort and the energy she had expended made her sway in place.

"Whoa!"

Blearily, Galaxy was more than grateful to accept Ego's steadying grip on her shoulders and help to sit on the stairs. That look of not-quite disappointment was still there, and it made her pant out, "I'm sorry," as if that would fix it.

The look got harder, but all Ego did was pat her on the shoulder and flatten a piece of her hair that had stuck up with a soft breeze through the courtyard. "It's okay," he comforted. "Just work on it when you feel up to it." Despite the kind words, it was painfully obvious to Galaxy that it wasn't okay, he wouldn't have that look of not-quite disappointment if it was. There wouldn't be a change in their dynamic if it was truly okay because now, even as he sat by her to make sure she wasn't going to pass out and hit her head on the stones, Galaxy felt as if he was almost apathetic to her. It was like he was going through the motions because he knew he needed to them, not the same understanding and care he had shown only a bit ago.

Eventually he left her to work with Peter, and in his absence Galaxy could feel a nagging doubt grow. Could that look of not-quite disappointment and the apathy that went along with it be because he knew she was refusing to conjure the energy? If he realized it, why hadn't he done something about it yet?

It would have made sense for Galaxy to make an excuse and leave, especially if her doubts were proven to be correct, but every time she would be just about to, Ego would come over to her and the strange apathy he was sending towards her would make her try once more to summon the energy just to try and make his apathy go away. Perhaps others would have left a long time ago, but Galaxy...Galaxy just couldn't. It made no sense, but she had started to desperately want Ego's approval, doubts be damned. Her doubts had been wrong before, after all, and there was always the possibility that she had just imagined the issue with the energy. Peter certainly didn't notice anything wrong with it, nor did Ego. As the odd one out, that had to mean something...right?

So she kept trying the summon the energy and shape it into the ball Peter had been able to do with ease, but she failed every time. As soon as she got close to the point Ego wanted her to get to, she would instinctively push back against the polluted energy and it would eventually vanish. It was a tiring process to say the least, but Galaxy kept repeating it to try any way she could think of to stop her instinctive push. Repeated exposure did nothing, and trying to separate the tainted part from the pure, blissful part she had felt at the beginning was impossible because the tainted part polluted everything, so there was no separating them.

Every single attempt was incredibly taxing, and while Galaxy tried to rest in between, she eventually reached the point where no amount for resting would help. She had to stop because any other attempt would make her pass out, though as it was, she felt like passing out was a current risk as well. Half-collapsing onto the stairs behind her, she looked over at Ego to see if he had noticed the effort she had done. He hadn't, and that alone made her heart clench and her eyes burn from their watering. Here she was, breathing hard and just exhausted, and it had been for nothing because Ego hadn't even been aware.

Through her unshed tears, Galaxy could see Peter and Ego playing catch with a vividly bright ball of the energy. They were laughing and living through a moment with such strong, shared love that it was palpable and coated Galaxy with its beauty. She wanted that, as selfish as that may be since Peter had always wanted a father more than she had, but that didn't mean she didn't want to be loved by a father, by Ego, as well.

There was a voice, impossible to ignore in its snide, constant hissing, that called her selfish for wanting Ego's love because it was Peter who deserved Ego's love, not her. He could accept the energy and shape it into whatever he wanted while all she got was minimal wisps if that. Would it really be so bad, the voice wondered, if she just stopped pushing at the energy because that was what she was doing; she could call it involuntary all she wanted, but she knew that was just a delusion. All she had to do was just stop fighting and surrender to the energy so that she could be loved.

As if she could hear the voice and wanted to confirm it was right about everything, Peter looked over at her with that lopsided, easy smile she hadn't seen on his face since before their mom was in the hospital, and beckoned over with a gesture and the question, "Wanna play?"

Ego had just caught the ball and he let it hover over one of his hands as he eyed her. Maybe it was just how the light hit his eyes, but Galaxy thought she saw that same glimmer of love she had seen in his eyes before, but she was quickly proven wrong as Ego turned to her brother and said, "She can't play with us because she can't make the energy."

Perhaps Ego meant his statement to be taken as a challenge, but that didn't translate to Galaxy; all she heard was a blunt dismissal that made her blink rapidly because it hurt. Even if it was somewhat true, there was no away around the pain of getting rejected by her maybe-father. Sure, the game of catch is simple, but it meant so much more to Galaxy and Peter than just the game and Ego...he had realized that, right? He had lived on Earth long enough to pick up that catch was the image of the bond between a father and their children. Maybe she was overthinking it, but she felt as if the rejection from playing catch was more than keeping her from a simple game; it was keeping her away from being his daughter. And maybe she wouldn't take the dismissal the same way if she hadn't already felt guilty for not producing the energy, or if she hadn't been so, so exhausted from her many attempts to make him proud, but that was the state she was currently in, and it made her feel Ego's rejection like a knife to her stomach.

It was Peter, however, who hurt Galaxy the most with his agreement to Ego. With no glance to make sure she was okay with not joining in or suggestion of doing something they three of them could do, Peter just nodded and held his hands to catch the ball of energy Ego threw back to him. Peter had always wanted a father so much, but Galaxy had always believed nothing to come between the bond and Peter, yet she had been proven directly wrong as Peter had focused entirely on the mere idea of a father rather than his very real sister.

Of course Galaxy knew how silly she was being, but that didn't erase the jumble of exhaustion, frustration, sadness, fear, and anger that was shifting in her and making her want to scream or do something that would calm the insanity in her head. Ronan would have known what to do, but he wasn't there. The closet thing to him that was there was..."I'm going to check on Gamora," she announced, her voice trembling like the tiniest leaf caught in a destructive, violent storm. Unsurprisingly, Peter and Ego didn't give any acknowledgement towards her statement.

So Galaxy walked away, and with every step her doubts grew along with the effort it took to leave. It's just a game of catch, that voice from before pointed out, and Ego is new to be being a parent. Besides, Peter had always wanted a dad more than she had, so really she was the one rejecting Ego and not the other way around. Always, the voice came back to repeating that it was just a game of catch. The doubt was so strong that she started to mouth it by the time she had reentered the palace, and she was whispering it when she exited it.

She was lost in her thoughts, but that didn't mean her whispering or presence in general was lost to others. She hadn't noticed Gamora, Drax, and Mantis slowly walking to their accommodations until Gamora placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and said softly, "Galaxy?"

Jerking back, Galaxy's eyes went wide as she was assaulted with her surroundings for the first time since she had been in the courtyard. She blinked rapidly and rubbed at her eyes before she even thought about saying something. By the time she was able to say anything, it had been at least a few minutes and Gamora was staring at her with an intense concern. "Sorry," Galaxy said hastily, "I was just...thinking," she finished with waving in the vague area of her head.

Gamora's lips were very pursed as she tilted her head to critically eye her friend, and under her watchful gaze Galaxy shifted and looked over at the others. Drax just looked bored as he often was, but Mantis was obviously worried with the way she was fidgeting with her clothes and the way her eyes darted around. What was Mantis so worried about, Galaxy wondered, and just what was she saying to Ego?

"Galaxy!"

Galaxy responded without thought, and the question of "what" came out before her attention had fully returned to Gamora.

"Are you alright?"

Galaxy's bottom lip trembled at the question and the blatant concern for her well-being expressed in it. That was all she had wanted from Ego and her brother, and hearing something she had desperately wanted done without a second thought just made the hurt from earlier increase exponentially. It was all she could to not to cry, let alone respond with "fine" as if that was the case.

Her answer was an obvious lie, but Gamora didn't press at she usually did. Maybe she had realized that Galaxy was about to break if she said anything else, or maybe the flick of her eyes towards Mantis had made Gamora remember once more that they weren't among just friends. But whatever her reason was, Gamora dropped the subject save for a brief, gentle squeeze of Galaxy's shoulder as she turned towards Mantis with a significantly strained expression to request, "Mantis, can you show us where we'll be staying? I'm getting eye-strain in this place."

With a nod and a naive ignorance of the frustrated grumble Gamora had finished on, Mantis started to lead them down a dirt path covered with a hardly used, barely worn red clay that was very familiar to Galaxy. One pause to pick up some with her hands later, and Galaxy was convinced that this dirt was the same, or at least incredibly similar, to the dirt she had grown up drawing shapes with a stick in it.

The sun was starting to wane into late-afternoon as they continued to walk, and Galaxy soon found herself watching their shadows grow longer and longer rather than keep an eye on their destination. Ego's planet was truly spectacular; it was a work of art that, if he was to be believed, he had created through the energy he had tried to get Peter and herself to connect with. Galaxy doubted she would ever forget the polluted energy and the feeling it had left behind in her mouth, but as she looked around the planet she could see nothing that would lead to the tainted energy she had felt, so maybe her exhaustion from being prisoner and the minimal rest following it made her sense something that wasn't there. All she had to do was rest and try again in the morning, and then Galaxy was sure that everything would be fine and Ego would no longer be so apathetic.

It was a plan that gave her a boost of energy that allowed her to walk quicker. Though she was lagging behind the others thanks to her thinking, her increased pace made her catch up with her friends quickly. Upon her arrival, Gamora glanced over at her to give her a questioning look at the sudden change in her friend. The look only intensified as Galaxy declared, "I think I'll feel better with some sleep."

In any other situation, Gamora would have questioned Galaxy intensely, but their current situation wasn't normal as long as Mantis, a possible threat, remained near them. That didn't mean, however, that Mantis couldn't be valuable, and Gamora's attention was on the much larger concern of getting every information possible out of Mantis than she was about questioning Galaxy.

With a final look sent towards Galaxy to make sure she knew she wasn't weaseling out of her attempts to lie, Gamora curled around Mantis like a snake so that she was firmly in place of the insect-like humanoid. The sudden position change made Mantis abruptly halt, but she only looked at Gamora with the same naive curiosity as always.

Not allowing her to ask anything, Gamora abruptly asked, "What were you about to say to Drax before I walked out?"

Mantis' eyes widened at the question, and Galaxy could see them darting around as if she was trying to see something. Her breathing had increased as well, and when she answered with a shaky, "nothing," it was obvious that the lie was said because Mantis was terrified of something. That became even more obvious when she walked around Gamora very quickly and turned to them, still breathing fast, to rapidly say, "Your quarters are this way."

I am so sorry this is so late! Incredibly hectic week and my next one is only slightly less busy, so that chapter will probably be late as well. Thankfully, everything calms down in two weeks so I should be able to post on time starting then.

As for this chapter, I'm pretty proud of it. I tweaked quite a bit while editing, and I definitely think the changes have made it flow better and make more sense. Galaxy's part especially had some changes towards her views and reaction to Ego, and I'm much happier with her character in this chapter as a result.

One of the things I really hope came through in this chapter was the conflicting reactions towards abuse/abusers in general. Ego really checks off a lot of the boxes for abuse with his manipulation, outright lies, and a lot of others stuff that will come into play later on, and I really wanted to show the impact emotional abuse can have. People experiencing it are going to know something is wrong, but the abuser is very good at creating doubt through their actions, which is basically what Ego did throughout this chapter. He sent up enough red flags that he was called out, but he shifted the focus inwards and did enough of the "right" things that the red flags were doubted.

I also really wanted to show how that kind of abuse can impact the parent-child relationship. Because he's their dad, Ego elicits this desperate want for approval even though that doesn't make sense or, especially with Galaxy, it's harmful. Peter isn't stupid and not seeing the red flags with Ego, he's just caught in an abusive relationship and he's doubting the red flags the same way Galaxy is. If Galaxy had been able to make the energy ball like Peter, she would have been 100% on Ego's side along with him.

With the energy and the taint to it, that's something that's going to be explore throughout the rest of the book along with the stuff I've already talked about. I really want to show some of the huge differences between Galaxy and Peter since a lot of the first book focused on their similarities and bond as siblings.

And with that, I've hit all that I wanted to talk about, so now...review time:

importchic: Thank you!

jeffhardyluvsme: I'm glad you're liking it so far!

See y'all, hopefully, on Friday!