Anything I feel like, really. [she leans against the counter, mug in-hand.] My day, expectations, observations, snippets of ideas for stories... I can't even begin to guess how many hours I've spent writing stories for myself, borrowing legendary adventures and giving myself a glorious destiny an-- [she bites down hard with a grimace, shooting a wide-eyed look Riptide's way.

after a beat, clipped:] ...Don't remember that part. Please.