Thalia says hello.
We ate cake.
Thalia is twisting a miniature plastic trophy in my face.
She says not to say that.
I say I will.
She says "RAWWR!"
We both start to laugh.
Thalia begins to make star wars noises.
It is not letting me see what I am writing on my ipod.
Pardon me, but we have to take our leave.
(Thalia still smells like dead people.)