Moonspear Frozen here on the ladder of my life

That's better than my sense of humor that no one understands and I get cricket noise or wtf?! more often than anything else. :D But there are select few, who understand it perfectly, and may even engage in joking back, so that is one of the criteria of how I make friends. :D

"Okay, work on that story and try to scare the wits of this old brain-mass another time," Lele noted, then got to her feet, yawned and stretched. They had not talked for a very long time, but it definitely felt like it. "Want to raid some caches?" she asked. "I am starving," she explained. "Under different circumstances I would ask you to tell me a tasty story, but unfortunately this shell has become super pragmatic in old age," she said. "Either proper fuel or nothing at all," and then a nap. Definitely a nap. Because socializing was a hard work.