December 15, 2023
As Ned awaited his cereal to moisten from below, Viv snacked on the remaining crumbs. Meanwhile, Ned told Viv about the time he almost met Lucky the Leprechaun.
They were both on the guest list for the uber-elite, semi-annual “They Do Exist!” conference. That was, until Santa nixed Ned’s trip at the 11th hour. His story continued with complaints that Viv could barely decipher over the crunch and contemplation of her dry Life. She made out only a few words from Ned’s story: nepotism, reindeer turd, expense accounts, pandemic. Despite being completely flummoxed, Viv did what any good, humanoid, supernatural being would—she nodded in agreement.
