Waiting in Citadel air traffic to land. Can hardly wait. I mean, I have so much fun visiting the human embassy. Always have. Nothing like sitting there watching Udina not negotiate his way out of a fucking paper bag. Temptation is strong to write in the report that Saren silenced the murder weapon with a pair of pink knickers. Will be about as believable as what Udina tells them.
David tells me he wears a toupee. Immense, unapologetic schadenfreude.
Assigned the Lieutenant to my diplomatic retinue. Gunnery Chief insisted on coming along - if I bring someone un-belligerent I can hope to break even.
Wonder if that Presidium ice cream parlor is still there. Haven’t forgotten the mint sundae, dear girl. Won’t for a long time.
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