Edemia World

So it took a while, but it’s official: the anti-berry has been administered and I’m back to my normal form. It’s been a week, but I’m still here at the farm. Grok talked me into staying an extra week while Bob practiced worm-hunting. He’s paying me for it, of course. Poorly, of course, but it’s better than nothing. I figured since I’d been working for this cure for two years, seven months, sixteen days, and four hours, seven days would pass quickly enough.

Yesterday Joe brought me some new clothes as a going-away present. I’m wearing one of them right now. It’s been a while since I’ve worn non-stretchy fabric, and it was weird having the new shirt just fall over my shoulders rather than stick to my sides, desperately trying not to burst in the seams. Bob, on the other hand, hasn’t stopped calling me juiceball.

Anyway, I’ve had to relearn bending over and bending back, swinging my arms when I walk, and walking instead of waddling. It’s coming along. It’s crazy how quickly you forget these things when you get deformed. At least I’m okay to walk back to Sylvanos… I think.

Speaking of Sylvanos, I’ve sent a message to Lesver asking for an admin officer to come over and have Grok sign the papers for the berry trade. That was a bit of a wrong move, of course. I should’ve taught Grok to sign his name first. First we had to send Bob to Clockwork City to find a heavy-duty, jumbo-size pen (he’d broken all of Joe’s on the first few attempts), then we got started showing him the G, R, O, and K. We could go through the rest of the alphabet at a less crucial time. Also on my to-do list is reminding Lloyd not to eat the admin elf when he or she comes over.

Oh, and Bob told me he had something to give me before I leave. I don’t know if I should be excited or terrified.