Email to Maya

[xp_forge]

From: Forge
To: Maya
Subject: Been a long time.

When I last saw you, you were just a kid and I was an asshole teenager. Whole lot's obviously changed between then and now.

So this is my clunky way of asking "What's up with you these days?"

Comments

[xp_echo]

Lot’s changed. Lots not changed. Come see me and we can have some fry bread and fill each other in.

[xp_forge]

I'll bring the frybread as I remember hearing through the rez network that a certain young someone almost set a tipi on fire with her mad frybread skillz.

(pay no attention to the skinny dork failing at everything forever that was most of my summers on the rez. I can make frybread.)

[xp_echo]

Of course the rez network remembers. They never forget anything.

Your frybread better be stellar. I have a refined pallet now after living in this rich guys place.

(Have you seen how big this place is? They have stables and a shooting range and a lake)

[xp_forge]

When Naze is pissed at you it's learn to make palatable frybread or starve.

I ... may have lost some weight, but my frybread is edible.

(Still exploring. This is one rich Anglo we've gotten ourselves involved with)