(overheard on the long long walk to Broulims)

(following complete silence as we walk in the snow)
Casey: Man, I hate snow flakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes!

[overheard in apt 504]

Jaeda: He talks all... aarrhghhghhgh
Trish: Like a pirate?
Jaeda: No...more like an old sailor...
Trish: (pause) So, like a pirate.
Jaeda: Oh yeah!