[Oh now she gets what a rap is at least! It's another word for singing. So ill-nasty raps... are basically the songs Isabela sings. She's got this now. How satisfying. These are definitely good words to know for the future.]

I'd love to hear you rap sometime, you know. But oh! I want so many things! More flowers... and some trees. And land, in general, you know, forests and things like that.

[Merrill is a girl of simple wants. And she wouldn't really want to wish her friends here. That seems rude. And they might blow up things. Things that aren't supposed to be blown up anyway.]

Oh and stories! I miss stories. My friends all told the best stories. And we'd get together to play cards. I'm not very good at it but it was fun. There needs to be more fun.