All right, folks.

[x_cable]

 Thanks to the Purple Pixie Express (remember, Clarice; whatever you want in return, I mean that), I'm off to Muir Island for the weekend with a chocolate jalapeno cake and my still rather-bruised carcass. Hopefully Moira will forgive me for looking a little rough around the edges. That's what the cake is for. 

I'll be back Sunday evening. There are a number of my friends of the mercenary persuasion already there updating the castle's security systems and helping fix the pub, so any news reports of large explosions in the vicinity should be taken with only a very small grain of salt.