TO EVERYONE

[nomnoms]

[ He may have had some help from his alphabet wall and settlement children to write this. ]

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[familysucks]

[Michael's no god, but he was viceroy of heaven for a few thousand years. Close enough, right?]

A party. Food, music, dancing, like the recent gala. That sort of party?

[He's assuming it's not the shark's birthday.]

[nomnoms]

[ ...

..

maybe it's not a party... ]

SAND AND FISSH
WANT FRENDS GO

[familysucks]

[Sand and fish doesn't sound like much of a party menu. It's probably for the best that Nanaue is doing this in the Horizon. Michael can all too easily picture him slamming a freshly-killed forest monster, still twitching, onto a picnic table for his guests.]

Simply to enjoy your domain, then. That's one way of making friends.

[nomnoms]

[ He has no idea he's talking to Michael. ]

FUN GOOD FREND
U GO

[ If Michael does decide to go, he will not find Nanaue there, having been both distracted and knocked out by the mental effort.

But he WILL find all the presents people have left! ]

[familysucks]

[One of these days, he'll have to show Nanaue how to spell his name.]

Of course. I'll be sure to visit.

[But only hours later, just in case it is a real party—and by which time he won't be surprised to find the beach newly decorated but mostly empty.]