Written at Steve's house last night (in lieu of actually helping them with their manga, which is to be posted later):

"I'm drawing. Drawing pretty pictures. I don't know why I'm drawing pretty pictures, because I can't draw! So maybe I'll just write about drawing pretty pictures. Or maybe I'll write about oreo milkshakes or garden trellises. I always wanted one of those-- but I wanted it to be big enough to have a garden party under. Do they make those? I'll make one. Then all the ladies could come, with their calling cards and their cotton gloves and their crisp dresses. They could sip lemonade and talk under their huge, wide-brimmed hats. But what would happen if I accidentally invited too many? Then they couldn't move around and be sociable, because their hats would smush together and they would get mad, because they paid a lot of money for the hats, even though they're only bits of straw and fake flowers.
Maybe I'll invite fairies to my party. They're small and compact. But they can only come if they bring oreo milkshakes."