CHAPTER 94
THINGS. PEOPLE. MEMORIES.
"Good morning, Miss Prentiss." Angie greeted with a faint smile.
"Miss? Makes me sound so old...and single." Emily laughed genuinely, greeting the girl back with an awkward wave of her hand.
"Sorry, Agent Prentiss." Angie corrected herself.
It wasn't like Emily had specified a different way she'd like to be called anyway.
"You're early." Emily pointed out after checking the time.
"So are you. Plus, better early than never."
"Yes, I am. Although, lately I've been living under the expression of 'better late than never'. But I like your version of it, too." Emily smiled and motioned for Angela to get in her car.
It was barely minutes after half past eight on a Monday morning and they weren't supposed to meet until nine. Both of them were there quite early. Maybe both of them had their own reasons to be impatient for Big-Little Week to start?
"Very random, and quite frankly – rather disappointing choice of a vehicle, you know, for a big bad FBI Agent." Angie pointed out casually.
With a smile like hers, no matter what she said, it would be hard for it to come off rude. It was purely an observation.
"I've never been into cars. This was a good deal and I bought it. I'm quite satisfied with my choice - it works fine, it takes me to work and it is safe."
"Not so sure about the safety features. And there's no built in option for a baby seat." Angie pointed out smartly, reminding Emily of Reid with her random nerdy observation.
"Having a baby is not really implemented into my foreseeable future. Or ever, actually." Emily shot a quick glance at Angela as she drove towards the exit of the government property.
"That's too bad." Angie bit her bottom lip before uttering her next words. "Emily Prentiss seems like she'd be amazing mother material."
Emily froze for a second. Those words, coming from the mouth of such an innocent young girl, pierced right through her heart.
"BARRIER!" Angie called out and Emily hit the brakes immediately, causing both of them to jump off their seats abruptly.
"Sorry about that." Emily excused herself lamely.
It wasn't her fault that she was unable to control her emotions and she missed out on the Stop sign before the security control. She was about to fly through the barrier, hadn't Angie warned her.
"It's fine. I'm an adrenaline junkie." Angie smirked and handed her AT badge to the security guys, for check out, after Emily did the same.
"Is that why you haven't yet questioned why we are leaving the premises?" Emily said as she drove off in a direction Angie was not familiar with.
Then again, Angie only knew what was on the inside of those property lines. And not even all of it. So, everything outside those gates was new and exciting to her.
"Are you kidding me? I'm a Trainee with the green light to go anywhere I'm being taken. And I don't even have to drive myself! This is great!" She said enthusiastically, making Emily laugh.
Aside from the laughter, Emily was also profiling the crap out of that poor girl. So far all she had was that Angela was extremely complicated, had major trust issues and was a daredevil at heart. Also, someone who could take care of themselves, if she so easily trusted Emily to drive her wherever she pleased.
"Oh, I love Mackers!" Angie said happily as they soon stopped at the parking lot of a shopping mall, right in front of a fast food restaurant.
Emily noted the weird choice of words on Angela's part, but said nothing about it. Mackers, to Emily's knowledge, was how Australian people called McDonalds. And it rolled off Angie's tongue a bit too easily for it to have been an intentional pun.
"Oh no. I wouldn't bring your expectations up by promising you breakfast, only to then bring you to McDonalds!" Emily stated, grabbing her bag and getting out of the car.
They navigated through the hallways of the shopping center and at some point Emily held a door open for Angie.
"Wow..." Angie gasped, walking in.
The sign outside, saying 'Pâtisserie Française', had initially looked tacky in Angie's eyes, like it would be yet another failed American attempt of a French pastry shop.
Oh, was she wrong!
"Exquisite!" Angie whispered in French as she took a few more steps further in.
Not many people were there and that made it feel a bit more cozy, alluring, private. Mysterious even.
The lights were dim, it felt like an evening bar, with its dark walls and interior design. And yet, the display at the bar had the most diverse and colorful selection of cakes, pastry and breakfast menu items - all authentic French recipes.
"Cette pâtisserie est incroyable!" Angie kept on muttering quietly, unaware of the switch of language of choice. It came natural to her to say that this pastry shop was incredible, in French, if the place was French too.
"Je suis content que tu aimes ça." Emily replied, in perfect French as well. She really was happy that Angela loved the place she had chosen.
It was when Angie heard her speak that she realized they were not speaking English anymore.
"Emily Prentiss speaks French?"
"Emily Prentiss loves French." She replied, giving Angie the chance to pick a table for them.
"I like that one over there." She pointed to a table for two, on the other side of the bar, secluded, and right next to a small decorative fountain.
Emily had to bite her lip to prevent herself from profiling that, too. But then she couldn't help it. Her final judgment was that Angela wanted privacy, so she chose the only table for two, in the whole bar. As if it having only two chairs would mean that nobody could possibly interrupt their breakfast, or interfere with their conversation. Then there was the fact that it was secluded, it almost didn't seem to be part of that bar. That gave it a sense of anonymity - if it were a person it wouldn't have a name. Strange that Angela liked that. Last, but not least...
"Angela Hunter likes fountains?" Emily only commented on that particular mental assumption of hers, leaving the rest of it unspoken.
"Yeah. Always have. Just as long as I don't have to pee at that moment, but otherwise I could spend hours by a good fountain, listening to the water fall down. With a good book, naturally."
"Yeah. Same." Emily said dreamily, reminiscing of a recent time when she had thrown herself an improvised picnic by a fountain, but trying to push away the memory of what that moment had been the start of.
"What is the last book Angela Hunter has read?" Emily continued, in hopes of keeping the small talk going.
Angela had her short moments when she'd be there and she'd look at Emily, but mentally she would be at a completely different place at the same time. Emily could sense that. Why? Because she was the exact same way.
"Rossi's! It's always going to be Rossi's book. Either book of his. I adore him!" Angie replied honestly, with genuine enthusiasm oozing from her voice.
Recently, she had been reading three books contemporarily, for her current classes, but the first book to grab in the morning and the last book to touch at night would always be signed by the same author - David Rossi.
"He spoke about you, you know?" Emily said vaguely.
"He did!?" Angela nearly fell off her seat. "David Rossi knows my name? The David Rossi knows my name? Yaikes!"
Emily could not stop laughing at this girl's random outbursts and she found the way she squealed quite cute. She almost sounded like a drunk Garcia while looking at cat memes online, or a sugar-high Reid after seeing a mouse. He hated mice, they always made him squeal.
"What did he say? What did he sayyy?" Angie suddenly seemed like an eager teenager.
It was comforting to know that she had kept a piece of her young self intact, even after choosing such a dark and lonely path, as the one she'd soon be walking down, in the shoes of an FBI Agent.
"Don't really remember..." Emily said tantalizingly, intending to get another spontaneous and cute reaction from Angie.
However, obtaining nothing but a frown from that poor girl, Emily could not help but cave in.
"Fine. He said something along the lines of you being one of the most promising future profilers he has ever seen in the Academy. You really did a trick on him during that class. He said you got the profile right, down to the color of the Unsub's car."
"Oh that was easy. Judging by the photos of his victims, I profiled him as violent and obnoxious, it would only be fitting to drive a car with an aggressive color, such as bright red. Actually, there's a whole chapter in one of Rossi's books, speaking about the cars of killers and the importance of what one would find inside, as it does help build the profile, especially if the car is being used during the crime. So, really, it was because of Sir Rossi that I was able to come up with this detail." Angie spoke in a mix of nerdiness and modesty.
Then Angie finally picked up the menu and allowed her eyes the indulgence of all the colorful photos of pastries and yummy things. She had always been a sucker for sweet treats.
"Treat yourself. Anything you want." Emily felt the need to remind her that it would be on her.
"Just an espresso." Angie shrugged, placing the menu back on the table.
Emily had caught the moment when Angie's eyes had drifted from the delicious photos on the left side of the menu, to the prices on the right side. And she had also seen the small wince that Angie had tried to hide when she realized this place was not only cool and authentically French, but also pricy as Hell.
"So Italian!" Emily laughed at the girl's choice of a drink, out of all the cute girly drinks on the menu.
"Ugh. When you say it like that, I'd rather order just about anything else but that." Angie then chose the next cheapest coffee-induced drink on the menu.
"Not a fan of Italy?" Emily raised an eyebrow.
"Not at all. Lots of crap has happened in Italy. Also, I hate people who talk loudly and that is basically everyone in Italy. So, I'm steering away from that place."
"Ha..." Emily trailed off for a long moment, teleporting herself to the times when, years ago, she had spent months in Italy, undercover. With him...the man who broke her.
"Same..." Emily added after a few seconds, shaking the images off her head. "Same..." She pointed out one more time, testing out a weird theory of hers that if she openly admitted to it enough times, then it would hurt less. That theory flanked.
"You are sad..." Angie pointed out very bluntly.
"Maybe...just a little." In any other situation, Emily Prentiss would have denied. She'd lie. She'd smile and force herself to believe she was ok. She'd deceive her own self, in order to look authentically fine to everyone else.
But not with Angela.
For some reason, Emily did not feel the pressure to lie, to pretend, when she was around that girl.
"Why? What's making you upset?"
"Things. People. Memories. All sorts of wonderful grown up stuff."
"Oh. Right. You're one of those people who see me and treat me as a child, just because I'm young. You know, like everyone else does." Angie pouted. She was starting to like this Emily Prentiss person, whoever the heck she might turn out to be, but she wouldn't put up with being treated like an idiot, like a child.
Her entire life she had been judged because of her age. Granted, she had started doing grown up things and acting grown up from an early age, but it still sucked to have people point out the age difference all the time.
"No. Not really. I mean, you must have your own skeletons in the closet. I didn't mean that just by being older than you it automatically means my problems are bigger or more important. It just came out wrong." Emily pointed out and she sounded genuine about it.
"Good. Because I do have skeletons in my closet. And I'd hate to have someone undermine all the pain I've been through, despite my age." Angela had another quality to her - she was brutally honest. Emily appreciated that. Somehow it felt like she almost knew where she stood with Angela. Almost...
"In the past?" Angela's question came out of nowhere.
"Those things, people and memories that upset you - are they in the past?" She elaborated.
"Mmh, yeah. But not completely. Some are still present in my life. Guess in a way they always will be." Emily replied to the best of her abilities. If she had to be honest, she didn't have a better answer than that. She was confused about a bunch of things at that very moment.
"You smiled! That's an indication that at least one of those things, people or memories once made you happy."
"Yup, Rossi was right - you're one Hell of a profiler."
"Future profiler!" Angie corrected her humbly.
"So, what is it that you would like to learn from me, Angela Hunter?" Emily changed the topic. Clever move. The only problem was that she was severely underestimating the intelligence of her conversation partner.
"I'd love to learn how to put things, people and memories that upset me, behind me." Angie threw that ball right back into Emily's court.
"I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that. Not even for myself." Emily frowned.
They were at a beautiful place and she felt...sad. Melancholic. Something inside of her would just not let her enjoy a breakfast with such a smart young girl like Angie.
"It's okay. We have a week to figure it out." Angie then offered a smile. And more than that - she offered a promise to stand by Emily's side while she tried to figure her shit out. And that was so bittersweet to Emily.
"Bonjour! May I take your order?" A waiter had been standing close, waiting for a moment to jump in without interrupting what seemed to him like a very personal and emotional moment between the two ladies.
Emily ordered something in French and Angie was nearly drooling at the sound of its name. It was a cake that was on her top three most favorite desserts of all times, in her whole entire life. And then there was also a coffee with cream and sprinkles and beautiful yummy decorations.
The waiter then turned to Angie who was just about to open her mouth and order a lame cheap coffee, when Emily spoke up.
"She'll have the same." Emily stated and Angie did not dare defy that.
"Merci beaucoup." Angie only spoke when the waiter was gone.
Emily noticed that. It almost felt like Angela didn't want anyone to be around them and that was the route of some deep underlining issues.
"De rien." Emily replied with the equivalent of a 'thank you' in French.
"It was not even on the menu, though..." Angie pointed out. She had read the menu twice and she remembered the name and photo of each pastry, up to the very last detail. This cake was not on the menu!
"It's their Special. They don't always have it and if they do - it's never on the menu anyway." Emily informed her, fiddling her car keys in her hand.
Angie took her time to profile Emily, too. The woman seemed insecure, which was weird for someone with her status. She also seemed sad. Constantly. Not only that morning, but each time Angela had seen her around. Like there was this veil of fake smiles and happiness that she would wear on her head, but underneath it all, there was the real Emily Prentiss. And she seemed broken.
"You are profiling me, aren't you? Let's hear it." Emily challenged her.
"No. You're not ready to be profiled. Not just yet." Angie's reply confused her.
Emily did not understand those words, but maybe in the future she would. Maybe one day she'd look back at this conversation and laugh her ass off, finally understanding the arrogance, the nerve this girl had, to speak this way.
"I think I might be able to handle hearing my profile, though." Angie continued, unsure if her statement was actually correct. She just wanted to sound tough, like she could handle anything that came her way.
"Angela Hunter, you are nowhere near ready to hear all the screwed up reasons why you feel the way you feel." And there it was - Emily Prentiss, the authoritarian figure, speaking her truth in a blunt manner, mirroring the way Angela had dared speak to her just earlier.
The honesty was refreshing. Angie was used to - and tired of people belittling her, because of her age. Some people used that annoying baby voice when talking to her, as if she was dumb enough to not be able to understand their words if they spoke to her normally. Others blatantly lied to her face, figuring she would be an idiot, because she was young.
But not this Emily Prentiss woman. Each time Angela Hunter had interacted with Emily Prentiss, that woman had been nothing but blatantly honest and straight-forward with her. It felt great! She always made Angie feel important - not just a Trainee, out of a bunch of people, but like someone who mattered, someone with value.
"Fine then. Let's talk about cakes and pastry. J'aime la pâtisserie française!" It took Angela a second to switch to a lighter mood and to a foreign language, stating her love and appreciation for French pastry, in specific.
One second she was all serious, asking to hear her profile and then she was a bubbly girl, discussing the most random things. Not even actors could switch between moods so quickly and look so convincing.
"I guess I've recently acquired some taste in fine French…sweet things, too..." Emily knew that she should not finish that thought. And yet she did.
"Damn fine, alright..." Emily added, licking her bottom lip.
A certain memory invaded her mind and it just would not leave.
A smile.
A person.
His lips.
Pastry...or rather, patisserie.
The man with the name of a pastry shop…
How could she ever forget such a man?
"I want to know how to read people." Angie changed the topic one more time.
All her life, she had been a bubbly girl, one that was able to start a conversation with just about anyone. She'd speak for hours, on different topics, and she'd be great at it.
And yet, she was finding it kind of hard to keep up a normal conversation with this woman. It felt awkward and she took her time, choosing her words carefully. It felt like there was a huge load of tension on both of their shoulders and they were both threading carefully, making sure they would say the right thing.
"Why? I doubt it would be in order to deceive them. You don't seem the type." Emily finally let go of the car keys, now placing her hand on her knee, making space for their order at the table, as the waiter had just brought everything on a tray.
"I want to be able to choose the right people to surround myself with. You know, not the ones that would end up hurting me." Angie felt a bit self-conscious, but otherwise she didn't mind being open and honest.
"They always end up hurting me..." She added, breaking Emily's heart with those words.
"You don't deserve to suffer because of someone else's poor choices..." Emily pointed out. Her voice was weak. Her eyes did not fall on Angela herself, but rather on the beautiful piece of art that the slice of cake in front of her was.
"No, I don't..." Angie was the more courageous one. Through their last few words, she had her eyes fixated on Emily's face. She needed to be heard. She needed to know that someone understood her pain. And there was no one better than the profiler Emily Prentiss.
"Angela..." Emily's hand quickly traveled back on top of the table, swiftly making its way to where Angie had rested her hand, intending to give her some sort of comfort.
At the mere touch of their fingers, Angie shifted away.
She hated it when people touched her. And Emily wouldn't hold that against her, not after so many years of experience with Reid who also did not appreciate human contact as much as an average person should.
"I'm sorry..." Emily offered an apology, but Angela shrugged it off.
"It's fine. I'm weird. I don't let people in."
"Why?"
"Because they always hurt me in the end. They always leave…"
"Oh..." Emily exclaimed, tying that statement back to Angie's desire to learn how to read people.
"Well, I'm good at reading people. God, I'm terrible at interacting with them and not hurting them, or ultimately leaving, but I am good at reading them. So, how about we spend this week, trying to come up with ways of figuring out which people are good and which ones are bad. Huh? Sounds good? It would be my pleasure to try and help you with that."
"Mhh, yeah. Sounds good. But then, you see, I'm really good at not hurting people, but I'm terrible at judging them. Apparently. So, how about I teach you how to be good to people? How to not hurt them? How to not leave them broken? How to stay, instead of leave? And you'll teach me how to choose the right people in my life, in return?"
Emily thought for a second. She had hurt so many people in her life. The latest victim of hers was JJ and Emily was desperate to find a way to be herself, without breaking people in the process.
"Sounds like a plan." Emily nodded and took a sip of her coffee.
It was way too sweet for her taste, but she had ordered it the way she thought Angela might like it, so then she could casually tell the waiter to double her order before Angie would come up with a lame objection and go ahead and order the cheapest thing on the menu, which was exactly what Emily had profiled Angela would do and exactly what Angela was about to do when she had opened her mouth to place her order.
"Ohh, yummy!" Angie murmured to herself, finally putting her fork to good use. That cake was better than anything she had ever tasted.
"I'm glad you like it." Emily then tasted it herself and she was amazed. Each time she had been there, that cake had tasted great, but this time there was something about it that made it exceptional. Maybe it was the company?
"Thank you for letting me be an annoying shadow to you for the next seven days of your life, Emily Prentiss." Angie said politely. "And thank you for the wonderful breakfast."
"Thank you for wanting to spend this much time with an old lady and all of her issues." Emily's lips were pursed, as if she felt obliged to talk herself down, as if she didn't believe she deserved anything better than that.
Angela profiled that about her, as well. The number one cause for low self-confidence was troubled childhood. Someone like that would typically be extremely critical of themselves; would downplay or ignore their positive qualities; would judge themselves to be inferior to others; would use negative words to describe themselves and among the long list of other things – they also would not believe a person who compliments them. So Angie decided to go against her instinct to compliment Emily with something, to say something positive about her instead. To most normal people this would sound like a great thing to do, but not to Angie, not after all those psychology books she had read through the years. She knew this was a delicate issue that had to be threaded with lightly. And she genuinely wanted to help make Emily see the beauty of being herself. But that would take time. Luckily, they had an entire week ahead of them.
Unluckily, Angie's decision not to compliment only lasted a second until she opened her mouth and the truth came out.
"You're not old! You look great and I bet you are hardcore cool on the field. I've already heard that you are an amazing Unit Chief. People love you! It's a privilege to be your Little, for as long as it shall last."
"Ah, keep complimenting me like that and I might find it hard to let go of you when this week is done." Emily smirked.
Good, the compliment had been received and appreciated. Maybe Angie's charm was already working on Emily. Angie was always very confident in herself, at least that was what she let people see, so she could only hope that in seven days Emily Prentiss would be hardcore bad ass and savage when it came to protecting how people perceive her, but most importantly – confident in herself and liking who she really was.
"You never really have to let go of the people you want in your life. If you love them, you'll always find a way to keep them." Angie said, in regards to Emily's last reply.
Emily gulped guiltily, remembering bits and instances of her life, both undercover and as herself, when she had literally been forced to let go of people that she loved. Luckily for her, most of them had forgiven her later on. Most, but not all.
"I'm afraid that's not how the real world works, Angela Hunter." Emily took another sip of coffee and somehow the car keys ended up in her hand once again. Was she really this nervous, the entire time? Did she really need to constantly squeeze something in her hand, to calm herself down during a seemingly calm and casual breakfast?
"Well then who said we have to live in the real world?" Angie smirked.
Everybody who knew her well enough, knew that she was an actress. She loved playing different roles and the beauty of playing roles was that one could choose which role to play, then jump into the skin of their chosen character and develop everything about them from scratch – the way they walk and talk, the clothes they wear, how their voice sounded…everything really. Maybe that was why kids are known to have such a vivid imagination – they never really stop playing characters, so they must have such a huge experience with creating roles and playing out a variety of scenes.
And to Angela this was magic. It was a blessing. It was a temporary ticket out of the real life, a way for her to be anyone she wanted and to feel any way she wanted to feel, without judgment and without regrets. If it took playing a role, to make herself feel better about life sometimes, then be it – Angela would always be up for it.
Who knows? Maybe Emily Prentiss would enjoy Angie's little secret get-away game too?
"You're right." Emily spoke, feeling quite adventurous herself. "We have seven days to live in whatever world we want to. Let's make the most of it!"
Throughout the entire breakfast, Emily never really stopped profiling the girl in front of her. She had so many questions about her and she wanted to know all the answers. But she also knew that the situation she was in was very delicate – this girl required a certain type of attention, a certain type of a way to be handled. And Emily had already figured out exactly what role she had to play, when it came to her and Angela. She knew exactly how to speak to the girl and exactly what to say, but most importantly – what needed to remain unspoken! Angela clearly needed time before she would be comfortable enough to share more about herself and Emily would not push her. She would sit by her side and be the person Angela needed her to be, for as long as needed.
"I like the sound of that." Angie smiled.
Usually, people would tell her she was being weird to think that she could change the way things around her were. But she knew that it all started with how you look at those things. How you perceive them. How you let them shape your life.
"I believe we have a deal, Angela Hunter." Emily pointed out.
"Oh, we definitely have a deal, Emily Prentiss." Angie said cheekily.
And then there it was - another smile appeared on Emily's face. This one, however, was a little less forced. A little more spontaneous. A whole lot more genuine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
"sweetkid45" A whole bunch of future chapters are about Emily and company. She's now spending the entire week with Angela, so who knows what cray mess they would get themselves into? LOL :)!
"rmpcmfan" Yup, they can both profit from each other's knowledge and experience! LOL "Angie is a sponge" made me laugh, it was cute! Oh you mean you felt bad that Angie regretted sending the letter? It was what's right for HER, but her concern immediately after was that it would hurt Monkey and this is not something she wants to do. She's a Devil, but she hates hurting the people she loves, even if she has been hurt and betrayed by them! "Fate works in mysterious ways" - both Angela and Emily are about to figure this out in their own way *wink*.
"Ducksdragonfly" Hehe, it's super cool to read what people think so far, knowing the complicity of the situation, underneath the words! I can't confirm/deny anything, because I'd risk major spoilers! All I can say - it's too early to figure it out AND also to rule people out! Give a few more chapters a read and try again :) BTW I adore Rossi as well! JJ and Rossi are the two profilers I use the most so far, apart from my main Emily. I LOVED how on the show Rossi was like a fatherly figure to Emily and everyone else, really. Such an amazing man! Also, there will be more hurdles along the way, for Angie. She's been so focused so far, but what if something happens and shakes her down majorly? People are focused and productive when they have an objective, an aim...and Angie has a very specific one! We'll see how that plays out for her *wink*.
"zhangxinna" Hiiii :)! I'm so happy to hear you're still here and enjoying my pretty little mess of a creation hehehe :P! Don't ever feel pressured to put effort into comments, just blurt out whatever is on your mind, just like Angie did with the letter she sent Monkey *wink*! It's always very nice to hear back from people who read the story that I put so much time and effort in :)! Thank you for reviewing :)! Now to quickly address all your questions: Yup, I wanted special attention to Angie, Emily and Richard, before this new Angie-Monkey storyline started, as it will go on for a while. As for Monkey - s/he is right underneath everyone's nose haha *wink*. One day when you learn who s/he was from the beginning, you'll read older chapters and find SO MUCH hidden meaning behind their words to multiple characters! For now you're supposed to figure out who Monkey is, on your own. I won't spoil, confirm or deny anything :P ! Also, very soon you WILL see what happened with the letter that JJ supposedly still has in her possession and you will learn what happened between her and Will, but not before more truths about that fallout come to play (again, soon!). ROFLMAO Angie and Emily really ARE alike, in some ways! Switching wardrobes? Hmmm, how about accidental twinning? *SMIRK* I think you'll be very happy to read a little scene I've already written (for a future chapter). Bows may also come to play :P! As for pranking people...Angie is the master...there might be something that gets planned later in the story hehe! No, Morgan never told the BAU about being "back". He has his reasons to hide that, plus it is easy as he only ever goes to the Academy Campus, not the main building, and only like two times a week for a couple of hours. So it's easy to avoid the BAU around the building and the parking lots, too. I have bigger plans for Derek, but I need him on the sidelines for a little bit, as I focus on what's going on with Angela now. And I still have the Richard situation to handle, don't I? *Wink* I remember what I've promised you about Remily...Emchard (we need a ship name!). Please keep in touch, you're so sweet always and it's such a fun way to talk to people in quarantine lol, because everything I do is online now and it's a bit robotic lololol! Plus, my reviewers are so awesome, so you guys feel like friends :)!
