Crystal

[sprent]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Gela, in the early evening
RECIPIENT: Youse guys
NOTES: Do go on ☺️

(Cheerfully, in a bright voice that is Nevarran eventually, after one parses through the vocal funk,) Hello!

My name's Gela Baynrac and I'm a bit new. I've spent round about a month here now- I think, haven't been countin'- but I belong to your wonderful Diplomacy division, and I've got a favour to ask of you all.

Any gossip about? Maybe what you're lookin' forward to in the next month, or anythin' curious overheard while visitin' our neighbours– that kind of thing. It's part of our job to keep records, and mine, as you can imagine, are sparse. So if you've heard anythin' especially delicious lately, I'd love to know about it too.

Naturally, the office is always open for reports if you don't wish to speak aloud! Go well.

Comments

[sprent]

No. What makes a boat dreadful, exactly?

[bouchonne]

An excess of decoration. A complete lack of elegance.

[sprent]

But the function of a boat is to sail, so why is it bein' judged on the decoration?

[bouchonne]

The function of a person is to consume food and turn it into waste, and to stagger about in the meantime. Yet we're judged on our decoration.

[sprent]

(Clearly on the verge of laughter,) Yes, I see how the two things are equal.