KieltySaur

Waiting, dripping in itchy anticipation on the North Bank.

Eager followers tilt antennae skyward trying to recieve the signal from Rabbit.

Biscuits meet in the upstairs room. He says he's finishing a thesis, has no biscuits, but offers marshmallows. Says he's gone through about five bags.

HST, even here???

This gentleman showed up slightly clueless, but was very involved nonetheless.