for anyone, but far better than the Hawaiian floral that was option two.

Even with the fresh clothes, I’ll occasionally get a whiff of rotten that unwillingly draws my mind back to dark places. It seems the miraculous shower couldn’t wash away all the foul remnants of that cave. I guess it shouldn’t be much of a surprise, though. I’m sure both our souls have been stained by its rancid wickedness.

Piss-poor wardrobe and fowl stench aside, I think we’re doing pretty darn well. I try to keep the positivity flowing by taking a trip to a new shake shop. One that will, hopefully, have something Quinn finds a little more appetizing. And while these are much easier to drink, it still takes several painful minutes for her to gulp down the frozen treat.