My lovely Indrigirl has the good sense to be beautiful AND to order egg salad in a restaurant. I spent a lovely meal with her and her mom who is also in possession of an exquisite personality.

Don't ever change, my love. You are eminently decent and kind, and you love to laugh. These are qualities I find indispensible in a friend. Let's never lose touch.

Indri is one hot tomato. She's better than hot tomato soup with a perfectly grilled cheese sandwich on a cold day. She's the kind of friend who remembers the little things about you - and surprises you with that knowledge. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be having mediocre food at Baghdad Cafe at 4 am with than Indri.

In an email to me before we first met, Indri claimed that she had not even heard of me when the work she did with Professor Zeichenkreide had been archived and sealed,
that she was entirely unaware of the notes on the mathematical patterns in the Pnakotic
Fragments which I had concealed inside the framed portrait of Morihei Ueshiba in Asano
Fujikama's dojo, and that she never actually spoke with the maiko from the Fluttering Leaves teahouse who indirectly put Indri on my trail in the first place. But she did admit that she had apprenticed to Sharhai al-Zaidam and read extensively in his library, which made me curious enough to arrange to talk over tea.

None of this prepared me for the effect her actual presence had on me. But what could?

Lisa knows Beano AND Chank

a huge amount of ass-kickedness is contained in that fact alone

stop staring