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Current Location: feel free to be commiserating, or doing the summoning

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I do so hate being summoned.

Tell me about it.

It's just rude. Call first. Send a smoke signal. There I am, trying to have lunch with some girlfriends and then poof, I'm in some jerk's cellar! I mean, the nerve.

That's why it's so much fun to screw up what they ask for. Though...I do kinda have an "out" these days.

True, but even so. That's time and energy one can't get back. [Huff.]

Oh? And what out is that, may I ask?

I sort of belong to someone at the moment.

This also cuts down on the threats my psychotic grandfather can make.

Oh, now isn't that wonderful! Is it that little girlfriend of yours, Fritz? I've only met her once or twice but you two were cute together. It's nice to know she's able to protect you, in a sense.

Yeah, me and Imogene. Makes it a little easier the whole way around, really.

Oh, yes. It's always wonderful to have someone to care about, and wonderful to know that someone cares about you. I'm so delighted for you two!