[Veronica laughs. And it isn't the laughter that dissolves into tears, either!]

I've moderately upset the flow of the universe, right?

[It reminds her of the first day they met and the kitchen, the days when she could still remain on her feet without too much discomfort. ... She really has put him through the ringer, and while some of it was unavoidable Veronica is smart enough to know that a good amount has been her fault. So they can be simple again.

Merry Christmas, Not-Mate.]

Mm, but I think it was Carl Sagan that figured you could make a universe by starting with apple pie! And you can generally fix pie with patience and proper measuring.

[This is nice, normal rambling.]