"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
[words cannot express how surprised he is to find a pig on his doorstep. Especially one with a card in its mouth. Rincewind cautiously accepts this (somewhat moist) delivery and stares at the card. And the chocolate. He looks between both for a while quietly. Why would someone be this nice to him, she doesn't even know him.
...The chocolate is rather good.
Excuse him, he's just going to go back inside and wibble a little. Happy Valentine's Day, Mabel.]
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...The chocolate is rather good.
Excuse him, he's just going to go back inside and wibble a little. Happy Valentine's Day, Mabel.]