Ithicus: Hello Genara, I assume you’re lingering because you have something to deliver.
Genara: Yup. Drea’s letter just came in.
Marek: !!!
Ithicus: Thank you, it's good to see she's well enough to write. Is there any more news from the town?
Genara: Gosh I hope there’s no more news, the Renad showing up this morning is bad enough. And what you’re saying, father, I’m just worried we’ll get into a fight or else-
Marek: Hmmmm.
Ithicus: Don’t worry, Genara. Us husbands have a certain measure of pride we need to keep, and I was only saying that to reaffirm them. The Renad will only be here for three days. There’ll be no fights. Also, I’m preparing a sermon meant to address your exact concerns, so be sure you attend tonight’s mass.
Genara: I- I will, maybe. I’d have to stay up awful late… I dunno, I’m just trying to ignore them until they get out of here.
Ithicus: I understand. That is a reasonable course of action for you to take.
Genara: Oh! Actually, there is one other thing. The old man says snow’s coming a bit late this year, despite the fact that it’s been cold as shit this past- er, pardon my language, father.
Ithicus: Think nothing of it.
Genara: Right, it’s cold, but snow’s coming late. Good news, I figure. But that’s all, and I’ve got other rounds to make, so I can’t really stick around. Bye, father. You too, kid.
Ithicus: Goodbye, Genara.
Marek: Oh! Um, bye, Genara.
