So I teleported home and had a good long gander at what had happened in the neighborhood in my absence (not much).
I wasn't missing her or anything, you know.
Oh, and Goaties? Don't worry. I'll go pick Pricilla up off that beach tomorrow. I'm sure* she wouldn't run away with Lucky or Gonzo or Maverick or whatever-his-name-was. He sure was good-lookin' though.
*Well, practically sure.