throw another bear in the canoe

I just wrote a sentence* that I think was meant to be delivered to H.P. Lovecraft, and has probably been waiting in the dead letter office for the better part of a century now,

It doesn't matter. I'm keeping it. Those damned storks are always bringing story bits to the wrong house.

Also, Perceval has noticed that Dust is madder than a box of frogs.

You would think, when your ship's AI starts running you through Gothic setpieces, you might clue in, but yanno, we love her for her purity and noble purpose, even if she is a little thick between the ears.

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*[The stair] brought them underground, down a spiral into darkness--or what would have been darkness, had not Dust begun on the second revolution to exude a pallid glow.