Saturday, October 4, 2025

September 2025 Ticker Quote Archive

 1st: So Mud got naked.


2nd: Scholarly consensus suggests that boats are larger than bullets [citation needed].


3rd: "Wait a minute, that's right. I need to be mad at you."


4th: "So this is what it was like hanging around me."


5th: "Huh. It sounds Irish Gaelic, but isn't."


6th: "I do not think you thought your cunning plan all the way through."


7th: a decidedly unsexy investigation with an unclear direction


8th: "Aha! I'll feign my death!"


9th: "No. Melone drank the fucking water"


10th: "Now I can really commune with the Sacabambaspis."


11th: Another page devotes itself to Knockers


12th: "You have the hotel. I might as well be a wheelbarrow."


13th: "When I made the Garlic Substitute with Pete, I didn't mean for you to substitute it for COMMON SENSE."


14th: "the kobbers, who are an amorphous bunch of stick figures with question marks over their heads."


15th: "Go on! Go get it all solved!" "...Fine. FINE"


16th: we need people to make sure nothing goes wrong besides what we want to go wrong on our test


17th:  for a change, she looks a touch professional.


18th: "Could I have been blinded by her light, the same way I thought others were?" "YES!"


19th: "I mean, when a giant pyramid the Kobbers are actively fighting is the one that shares your viewpoint...It might be time to rethink your trajectory."


20th: It's lahke Chrissmas mornin'.


21st: Guns dig chicken livers.


22nd: She just knows he gives good high fives.


23rd: "I hope they don't remember we're all a team and dismiss our viewpoints 'cause of it."


24th: it almost tasted like a liquid birthday cake


25th: "General of knowledge, huh? Well, it's too bad for you, but I'm not very smart!"


26th: two stone Dougs


27th: The ensuing scene of carnage is not legally fit for broadcast in 210 countries.


28th: the Space Pirates had an annoying knack (no, not that one) for being able to make chicken salad out of Weav chicken shit


29th: "Things are already too far, Kyps! So now we have to double down because there's no where left to go!"


30th: "Well fuck me for being an optimist for a change!"

Monday, September 8, 2025

August 2025 Ticker Quote Archive

 1st: (how did he learn to write Wingdings?)


2nd: Criminal Protection Program.


3rd: 'She said her language equivalent of, well, "shhrrrgggg, shrggggggg."'


4th: "You just don't want to admit I might have a point."


5th: The door is kicked ope- *THUD* "...Ow."


6th: "I'm a blatant Horus fangirl, clamoring for Anhka's attention like a child showing a macaroni picture to their mom!"


7th: TAKE RUDE DAMAGE, IDIOT!


8th: "Claude! Claudandus! Holy shit, that man's not in the least bit creative!"


9th: Hey, bananas didn't buy themselves.


10th: "A lady needs her privacy and my criminal record is PRIVATE!"


11th: And while Mallory, of the Bronze Rainbow, bent to this important task, several women stuck their arm down a hole.


12th: Any heavy lifting? Happy to do it!


13th: "This looks like a challenge of my ability to carry garbage!"


14th: Antonio Guster remained immensely annoying.


15th: "I'm only forty-nine anyway."


16th: "Nah, fuck that. Attack Pack was peak Hot Wheels."


17th: "OH, DR. PEPPER! IS THIS LOVE I'M FEEEEEELINNNNNNG?"


18th: serious buffalo energy


19th: "Oh- Look! The fat goats have come to us!"


20th: a victory for """diplomacy"""(?)!


21st: 'Scoli would have had to fill up multiple garbage bags to get rid of them all'. Where did he put it all?


22nd: "They call him 'High Father'. I call him a prick."


23rd: "She's as clearly as not human as I am."


24th: Meanwhile, the smart lads are having a pizza party


25th: PSP, currently, covered in cats, frowns more deeply


26th: Barb looked and saw her hand was absolutely covered in filth. "Oh. Yeah."


27th: And then the soot animal nation attacked.


28th: "Don't derail our mission with your heterosexual nonsense"


29th: a pile of soot and shrapnel, the victim of a sudden debilitating case of 'shot to death'.


30th: Day with Doug™


31st: The Hottest Woman Alive According To A Singular Chimera Heart

Saturday, August 2, 2025

July 2025 Ticker Quote Archive

 1st: Oh, by the way, it's Canada Day.


2nd: "...Is the plural of Moose Mooses or Meese, do you think?"


3rd: A trough, who else could boast of such a luxury!


4th: "Neokama forever!"


5th: And through it all...thank Arceus that Truffles was there.


6th: "YAR, MATEYS- Wait, no, that's not- uh, AVAST! Mateys!"


7th: "right now it's starting to feel like my lesbian wife and I took our kids to the carnival."


8th: He had only begun to chew before he made a face. "It's oily."


9th: "I don't think this book will give us the secret to reproducing Attami's thighs"


10th: last last last minute


11th: Maybe Bluster was sick and tired of being Just Enough.


12th: Small Stump Scrap


13th: She was realizing she didn't really know how to make small talk WITH the weather.


14th: Reduin considered this a moment and then supplied: "The hell?"


15th: "Not yet, Doug." Loremaster grabs Doug by the tail and gently pulls him back. He immediately starts waddling forward again.


16th: "Maybe I should have just been given a bunch of umbrellas!"


17th: Dear god. Malin is thinking like an investigator.


18th: more space police. "We're going to space!!"


19th: Wart Cures Monthly had really gone downhill lately.


20th: All things considered, prison wasn't that bad.


21st: "Professional space adventurer! Which is really a fancy way of saying courier, but I like to sound cool."


22nd: "Wait- are you calling me a hot dog?" "No, you're a lovely pork chop."


23rd: How many times would corporate demand to stop a force fueled by riches and beer?


24th: "LOOK! I'M FANCY!"


25th:... yes. Yellow and cyan.


26th: "Besides, gambling is easy. You just don't lose, and you win instead."


27th: Sometimes all you need is Two Mechs.


28th: She needed a hand, and hence dropped her sword, because it wouldn't explode at her feet.


29th: "I suppose I will never stumble upon a more effective aid for rousing myself than a jet of flame"


30th: mythological (or as Kobbers know them, real)


31st: "GET ROTATED, IDIOT!"

Thursday, July 3, 2025

June 2025 Ticker Quote Archive

 1st: "What in the heck is a Smurf and Turf?"


2nd: "Nya. Miao. Mew. Meong. Niau.  แง้ว. няв. ඤාවු . 야옹."


3rd: "How will you handle... the railfans?"


4th: “Well. Haven’t we found ourselves in quite a sticky wicket?” …Julia Ravensky.


5th: A textbook Big Muscly Arm, as it is known.


6th: "What SHOULD I call him? Tarantula Hawk Wasp?”


7th: it's just Kobber bullshit for her now.


8th: There was, in fact... a rule that said dogs cannot play basketball.


9th: "OI, DO YOU FACKIN MIND?!"


10th: "GLORIOUS RAAAAAIL POLYGAAAAMY!"


11th: "...Ohmygodyou'resoright I'M STUPID, WE CAN MAKE KABOBS"


12th: "Pow! Pow, pow, pow."


13th: "OW! THEM PINS BE POINTY!"


14th: "Giant sea serpent? You kidding me? That would have been a great opportunity. But no, we have to be asleep when it happens."


15th: "Voodoo dolls and Voodon't dolls"


16th: "rack off, ya bogans. At the risk of sounding technical."


17th: "To get INside, you got to be an OUTsider here."


18th: "I'm Rumia, and I pet all the rocks!"


19th: The Fist Of The Financial Investigators might have been a terrible movie title


20th: None of these phenomena seemed to be really connected to anything


21st: Yes It's The RV Again.


22nd: "Oh. WOW! That's a lot of time"


23rd: Tornado Lele!


24th: Oh wait they're shooting laser beams, fuck-


25th: Boy, this escalated quickly! Fortunately


26th: "Say hi, Forvale." "Hi, Forvale."


27th: he'd find that his arms worked just fine. WHAT WILL HAPPEN?


28th: FUCK IT, I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO LEARN PLACE NAMES, IT'S TOO HOT RIGHT NOW


29th: YOUR MOM BLINDED HIM!


30th: "they seem to believe that art should take third or fourth place in priority."

Monday, June 2, 2025

May 2025 Ticker Quote Archive

 1st: "So... six months of this, huh?"


2nd: All sorts of half formed plans and ideas were distracting her, enough that she almost tripped on a part of the sidewalk that wasn't flush with the rest.


3rd: He had a feeling that it was going to be one of those trips. "...we could play truth or dare,"


4th: I like to say Jiggy. Jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy.


5th: "What religion has gun angels again? I need to find the right church."


6th: The priest jerked to the side.


7th: "They're tacky as fuck! Who has time to pose for cameras while on a mission! Also what sick fuck got the idea to shove a bunch of monkeys into a barrel? And while we're at it what other sick fuck decided to turn an obvious act of animal  cruelty into a fun party game..."


8th: Mud walks over to the mess of Dung chunks and lolls


9th: And once again, you have two men.


10th: "A mind like mine is wasted in the mines!"


11th: "Truffles, I'm going to be honest I don't know how sniffing the bones will help, but I'm glad you here."


12th: At least Sumireko has one (1) fan!


13th: "Cobb, ech." Rooting around for eggs


14th: Where are we going to get 500 rocks for pokemon cards?!


15th: There's a moral about this somewhere, if you squint.


16th: Thoroughly inspected. No aliens.


17th: ...okay, fuck it, she's discovered Italian Brainrot.


18th: Then maybe we could solve an issue and Throw Momma From The Train


19th: "But the fastest and easiest way to get you out of here is with something useful"


20th: "Surely there must be some sort of, rail polygamy situation we can arrange..."


21st: Things got literally, but not figuratively steamy


22nd: buy-one-cone-get-a-free-kiddy-cone offer from Juan's Ice Cream Underground


23rd: LOBCO SWEEP BABY, HERE COMES THE MONEYYYYYYY


24th: "...on second thought, no. Punch him. Very hard. In the face."


25th: "So what, you're all in cahoots? Are you all cahooting like a bunch of ca-owls?"


26th: "It's an odd special, but...They steam a good ham."


27th: A menagerie of malformed macabre Mabel replicas though?


28th: "If you tell the one about the man from Nantucket I'll sock you."


29th: "I've been inorganic since the day I was born. But go ahead, keep praising me."


30th: so where was a manchine supposed to go to possibly get answers and possibly money


31st: "I'm a disaster too!"

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Offseason 2024-2025 Ticker Quote Archive

 November


1st: "Where are you going?" "Prepping my resume so I can give my two weeks' notice."


2nd: "Yeah, we're starting to get mail and put in street names!"


3rd: "Still, as happy as I am with you all, we yet have work to do."


4th: "I won't beat around the bush. You two are in jail"


5th: "SARAI SARAI SARAI SARAI SARAI SARAI SAKAI SENPAI HENTAI RED SPY TOO HIGH MAI TAI MEN'S TIE-"


7th: "The Clairepiece is now complete."


8th: Castti turned away from the INCREDIBLY LEWD sight


9th: "MGEOOOOW" Chloe sounds like this.


10th: spending time with his future wife certainly didn't hurt, either.


11th: "Okay, no, I swear I was listening and paying attention to all that was just said, but there is NO WAY I'm standing around and listening to you two talk more whale politics."


12th: In some ways, though, it kind of was a knitted chunky sock


13th: A very bad smelling, dearly in need of various forms of hygiene, inside an equally badly smelling 'secret semi apartment'. THAT, he had built.


14th: "Fuck golf!"


15th: "I have nothing. I promise nothing."


16th: "There will be no need for pizza today." "But will there be a WANT for pizza?"


17th: "...You seem like a nice sort of people"


18th: "Monarch is not a very large group at the moment, and I spent most of my starting capital on the nice front doors..."


19th: "Now, I KNOW kringles don't actually have anything to do with Kris Kringle"


20th: "Nope! I'm staying here!" "Well, that's understandable."


21st: "I forgot I was short"


22nd: Cursed Antiques, a reality show about people finding cursed antiques and getting them de-cursed.


23rd: Come back in a thousand years and we'll check on her.


24th: "I do not sleep and Miyoi would be sad."


25th: Well, it's a Heaven, at least.


26th: "Oh, wait... is that a bullet wound?" "Hmm. Looks like it"


27th: "And that, Five, is why you'll probably go under before you even get off the ground."


28th: she'd impressed him, no small feat since she wasn't a Baneblade


30th: Come try on these clothes I've made. I'm sure I'll love them.


December


25th: "BUT WHO'S SIDE IS SHE ON, BROTHERDUDEJACK?"


January


21st: …eating the bark?


23rd: Way to go, Ishii!


24th: "Deadlifts, please!" Hannah said immediately


26th: "I admire your optimism."


30th: "That's a Nintendo 64, the greatest console that's ever been made."


February


3rd: "Yeah, but try to keep the bodies to a minimum, alright?"


6th: “I didn’t waste THAT much flour.”


8th: Christopher was now completely stonewalling them. “Oh no!”


9th: "You ever watch The Lion King sober?"


10th: "...Hello-" Hannah gasped and whirled around


14th: “DEEEEEE DUCKKKKK SHIIOONNNNNN!” Joy called.


16th: “Don’t ask me, I just work here.” The undead irradiated human said, and then offered a cigarette.


17th: "Their thoughts are temporary. Art is perpetual."


20th: the Space Pirates had come up with a messy, half-baked, and unstable as heck way to tap it


24th: "Side training. Babies"


25th: she looked down at the picture on the box critically. It was one of Trader Joe's finest


26th: he was, in fact, a dog


28th: "...Excellent!" Loremaster said, nodding as if she understood what any of that meant.


March


2nd: The door…did not open.


6th: “The couch is more comfortable.”


10th:  the molten palace squatted like an old oven.


13th: Day 16: Sudden terrible weather.


17th: "Oh, look... It's deert." She said, amazed.


18th: “Also don't accept subpar tea. Where's that waiter?”


27th: "From now on, I am to be known entirely and only as... Mauve Vermillion!"


28th: Hudson certainly felt like she was working with crayons


29th: You could be a depressed alcoholic anywhere, at any time.


31st: lucky guess: it could have been aluminum


April


1st: "That's the ticket! Not too many details, not too many answers!"


4th: “Do you think she planned to end up half dead, with her jaw broken?”


6th: the most idyllic, picturesque boathouse on the edge of a river that one could possibly imagine.


7th: “Okay, dander is up now.” Gundrar said.


17th: crunching down on a pretzel as battle commenced on the STREETS OF RAGE.


18th: “Hey! HOLD IT UP!” “Wha- OW!- OKAY!”


20th: "Good stuff, huh?" "Yep. Talks us up, but not pretentious."


29th: A rolling armadillo swerved off-course with some gravitic calculations.

The Board Meets

 The Echolux Crucible, December 26th, 2025...

Argo might have been one of the least-conventional cities on - and under - the face of the Earth, but the conference room at the heart of The Echolux Crucible was about as mundane and ordinary as a conference room could get. There was a long table lined with chairs, though only five were occupied at the moment, with large monitors at either end so someone could share their computer screen with the rest of the meeting. A waste basket sat in the corner close to the door while a potted plant - likely a fake so it wouldn't need to actually be cared for - sat in the opposite corner to keep an eye on the entire room. The one interesting feature of the room was not actually in it, but instead overlooking the Crucible's primary attraction, the large battle arena that currently was in the process of having what looked to be a wrestling ring torn down after an exciting battle the day before. The Crucible's owners prided themselves on a workplace ethic that exceeded the bare minimum expected of society, and many of its performers and support staff had come to appreciate the holiday. Still, the public expected some kind of event for their Christmas entertainment and there were plenty of staff who didn't celebrate the holiday who appreciated the extra pay, so a new tradition had been born, collaborating with wrestling/combat groups from other parts of the world to host a royal rumble between carefully-vetted hopefuls looking to become full-time combatants at The Echolux Crucible.


Thus had the Ruby Royal Rumble become the latest interation of their tradition, the Echolux partnering with a group from New York City to bring another holiday of combat entertainment.


Several of the attendees in the conference room certainly looked like they had better places to be. The grandfatherly gentleman in the brown suit, the wizened lady in light blue, and the young woman in the fine suit had answered the summons with professional promptness, looking towards the eccentric in purple with the bright red tie.



"Thank you all for coming, my fine associates," the eccentric said, gently clapping his hands together. "I hope your holidays are going well?"



The grandfather in brown nodded, smiling as he folded his hands in his lap. "Just fine, Johan. Though I must confess that I would to get back to it. I had to promise the grandkids I'd teach them how rockets launch to get them to let me go."


The older woman in the room nodded in agreement, feigning grand annoyance. "Indeed. Were it not Board business, I would not have answered my phone. Nobody is sweating or swearing though, so it cannot be a disaster."


"Unlike the esteemed Fred and the well-regarded Charlotte, I was happy to have an excuse to step away for a few hours. Or a day? Please tell me this discussion will keep me away from my father retelling the tale of how the Smith in Smith-Shimano is because of him."

The bowtie-clad Johan shrugged slightly and sat down. "I'm afraid not, fair Annabella. I suspect this will only last long enough for him to get a quarter of the way through."

"Alas," the suited Annabella sighed, taking a seat of her own both respectfully close and far from her colleagues who made up the primary board of directors for The Echolux Crucible, representatives of the four corporations who were the majority owners of the arena. Certainly there were more than a few hands in this pot and all of them had their own say in how affairs were handled, but all of their votes combined could match but a single member of the Crucible's primary board. Pleasanties were brief, expedited so that business could conclude as promptly as possible, everyone seated succintly. Once everyone was seated, Johan wasted no time in speaking.

"I apologize for interrupting your time off," Johan began. "I promise to make it as quick as possible."

"It's not about the Ruby Royal Rumble, is it?" Fred asked, leaning forward. "I watched it myself yesterday. Quite the event, as always."

"As always. No, the Rumble went fine," the eccentric answered, shaking his head. "We have a new member of the board. Not OUR board, but the overall board of investors."

Charlotte pursed her lips. "If I understand the financials, we have several new groups investing in The Echolux. What makes this one special?"

Johan paused, glancing between his fellow board members. "What makes this one special is...they turned down having a representative on OUR board. Despite a substantial investment in the Crucible."

The silence was silent, a brief rustle but nothing oppressive or deafening, just a brief moment of surprise as they glanced at each other, silently pondering the oddity of the announcement. While the Crucible wasn't the most lucrative enterprise in Ulimaroa, it was beloved and well-known across the country. To refuse to be a guiding star to it was...shocking, to say the least.

"It's not the Paradigm Group, is it?" Annabella asked, a hint of trepidation in her voice.

"No. They have...contented themselves with an observing role, not even voting as part of the lower board," Johan answered carefully, as if they were being spied on. "A private investor. You'll likely have heard of him and his...troubles, but he acknowledged that his presence as a decision maker might bring us negative press. His only request is that he be allowed to consult us on a 'matter of great important.' The chairman thought it reasonable, so here we are."

The board members reacted quietly, betraying no thoughts as they nodded in agreement, glancing at the silent chairman as Johan pressed a button on a console built into the table.

"Furina, please bring in our guest."

"At once, Johan."

The doors to the conference room gently opened, going as wide as they could as a young-looking woman in blue entered the room. Blue hair, blue eyes, blue suit...the slight woman, Furina Archon, certainly had a theme in mind as she entered.


"Assembled board members, please welcome our newest investor...

Lord Griff, formerly of Griff Enterprises."

Ducking his head only as much as he needed to to enter the room, the proud griffon proudly stepped into the conference room, which suddenly felt much smaller for having a huge mythical creature in a top hat suddenly filling a significant portion of the room. Fred and Charlotte recoiled slightly with surprise. Annabella quirked an eyebrow, locking her fingers together to keep from showing her own surprise.


"I thank this august body for taking their valuable time to meet with a humble investor," Griff said, words oozing out of his beak like fresh honey. "And thank you, Ms. Archon, for entertaining me whilst I waited for my new peers to arrive."

The griffon spread his wings and bowed...slightly.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but I felt it necessary to speak with you all as soon as possible, to head off an urgent matter before it could bring ruin to this hollowed establishment."

The board members exchanged glances before Annabella, chomping down on her own trepidation, looked up at their visitor with a crafted look of coolness. "I assume you mean the Kobber group coming to our fair city next year?"

"The very same!" Griff squawked. "Indeed, the Kobbers are coming to Argo in but a few months. I understand that some of their membership are likely already here, helping to prepare their latest establishment for their collective's arrival."

"Indeed they are!" Fred spoke up, finding his courage. "Personally I can't wait to meet them. I hear they are fantastic fighters! Why, the chairman even invited-"

The others nodded in agreement. Even Griff acknowledged the truth of the comment with a condescending nod. "Indeed. That is what I came to warn you about, their violent excitement and tendency towards damage."

"But...they would be fantastic participants in the Crucible, would they not?" Charlotte asked. "They lack their own facility for bloodsports most of the year. Some of them would flock to participate, I'm sure."

Griff nodded again, slowly turning towards the old woman. "That is indeed correct. Kobbers are known for their love of combat and their eagerness to engage in it. In fact, that is why I have come to make a...controversial recommendation.

They must not be allowed to participate!"

If the idea that someone would invest enough in the Crucible to be offered a voting seat only to refuse it was shocking, then the thought of NOT inviting a group of eager warriors to join in their arena was enough to at least get a rise out of the board.

"Yes, they would put on a magnificent performance. Emphasis on the singular, however!"

Griff looked back and forth before glancing at Furina. The beauty in blue nodded back and plugged a laptop into the table, bringing up a series of videos onto the screens. Videos of battles within the Underdome of Olympia, shaky home videos of Eidolon battles in Agama, and even official Brawl footage of several 'crowd invasion' incidents.

"The Kobbers bring chaos and destruction wherever they go with no regard for the venue! Even disregarding that their yearly Brawl site is left in ruins every year, they battle with little regard for who or what dares to get in their way. No, not just malcontents or rebels, but innocent battlers who expect to adhere to a set of rules only for a KOBBER to nearly kill someone. The Underdome from Olympia was left in ruins after Kobbers were allowed to participate."

The board members stirred, trepidation starting to creep into their minds as the footage - real or not - was strongly convincing.

"They would need sponsors like anyone else to participate," Johan said, seemingly unphased by the giant lion-bird and his doomsaying. "If nothing else, Zoofights Corps would likely foot the bill for their insurance. The company is rich enough."

Griff nodded. "Yes, Zoofights Corporation, Hoshii Holdings, Shinigami Solutions, Par Seas...there's no shortage of wealthy backers who could cover their insurance. They could easily foot the bill when the Crucible gets destroyed in a Hot Drugs-fueled orgy of combat and destruction that would make for your best ratings ever!

...but then what do you do until the Crucible is rebuilt? Because what good is insurance when you have nowhere to hold your other battles? Can The Echolux survive on months of reruns and the occasional robot battle? Or do you make your robots fight to fill in the timeslots? Having to foot so, so many expensive, time-consuming repair bills?

Oh, certainly the Kobbers will bring you an AMAZING show, but it will be the death of this establishment, mark my words! Unless..."

Griff silently looked around the room again.

"You stop the Kobbers from competing."

The room went quiet again as the board processed the business griffon's words. Even the chairman seemed slightly perturbed at the Doomsday Scenario presented to them.

"Begging your pardon, Lord Griff, but..." Furina stood from the laptop, addressing the room. "While we can find excuses not to let most of them participate, as The Echolux Crucible's chief legal officer, I would be remiss not to mention that we have already signed ONE Kobber onto our roster."

"Oh?" Griff's gaze turned dangerously towards the woman in blue, who either didn't notice or didn't care.

"Mhm. You see, our holiday tradition is a battle between amateur fighters and hopefuls, the winner of which is offered a contract to be one of our fighters officially. The Ruby Royal Rumble, we call it, and our champion just happens to be a Kobber."

Griff scowled, his feathers rustling for a moment as he forced his composure back in place. "Well, we must honor our contracts, of course. May I ask WHICH Kobber you have signed up though?"

At that, the chairman of the board began to laugh, the first sound he had made since the meeting began, since anyone had seen him in the building. Even Griff turned towards the sudden, booming laughter as the man stood up.

"Oh, I was quite surprised to hear she even entered our little rumble," the chairman said, arms clasped behind his back. "I invited her to participate in our local Pokemon League while she was here to do some work for me, but she must have misunderstood me and joined in the fighting league for people!"


Chairman Rose Wyndon, owner of The Echolux Crucible and its primary sponsor Macro Cosmos, looked out the window and down at the nearly-disassembled ring, fondly remembering the young woman who had come to Argo to study Pokemon and stumbled her way into a 40-person battle against Argo's best potential talent.

"Yes, maybe someday you'll get to meet our newest battler, Mister Griff. I'm sure even you would get along well with her.

Ms. Margit Rosenqvist."