> "Us?"
>"Oy, such a literalist, Patchouli!"
>"It's the weather, I'm afraid. The heat is so bad I can barely read. However, I'm trying to put together a spell to manage the humidity, which would help. I know what components I need, but I'm not certain where to find most of them. Here - do you have any advice, Remilia?"
>"Also, may I ask about the loom? I'm not sure I recall you having any particular interest in making clothing."
>"Ah, don't I know it! It's so hot you can hardly breathe! What is going on, that's what I want to know! Are the Akis getting lazy? Oy, what is this world coming to..." She looks over the list, and shrugs. "It's all greek to me. But I am thinking, if you want bamboo flowers, you'll be talking to that stuck up girl at Eientei. And keep that sun shard away from me if you find one!"
>"Well maybe if you come and visit us up here once in awhile! You're always working away in that library, never a thought for us. We worry for you, Patchouli, what with your condition and that little demon of yours running around at all hours..."
> AAAGGHGHGAGHAGGHHHH
>Collapse in a fit of asthma
>Ah man. And you were doing so well, too.
>Remilia screeches. You're not sure what happens next, given the circumstances, but when you can finally breathe again, you see that you are laying on Remilia's bed. If it weren't so hot, it'd be quite comfortable.
>Your current condition is: Breathless.
>"OH GOD, THE BEES!"
>You are in no condition to shout right now.
>_