Fandom! Good morning, all. This is Jonothon Starsmore here with a lot of detailed notes from America's... third? Fourth most needlessly commercialized holiday, and this might be the largest stack of notes I've seen, personally, in years. So let's have a splash of that rum in my coffee this morning and we'll get going on this, shall we?

*Chittering?*

Fine, thank you. And you?

*Chittering!*

Hm. Sounds like a personal problem. Also, I don't actually speak Squirrel. Try semaphore next time. For now, I'm going to start with school, where Hardison's Dollar Store Arts and Crafts class was making - to the shock of all - Valentines. Gasp. Surprise. Et cetera. Culture Shock was discussing courtship rituals from home, except for Sabine, who was discussing Kanan's hair. And finally, Problem Solving and You had a nice evening out with friends. And optional bar fight. The squirrels were more interested in a slightly bloodied Surreal showing up to pay Cara a visit near the end of class, though.

Ah, romance.

And now, on to the nosy notes. As you all might be aware, yesterday was Valentine's day, and so flower deliveries went out right across town. I'm certain most were appreciated, though Rosa was rather irritated about Valentine's in general and a random greataxe in particular. Miguel did stop by, at least, to confirm that the axe was not from him and to invite Rosa out for some nice harmless shooting of things. In her apartment, Seivarden was essentially throwing every other thing she got into the rubbish. She's very thankful for all your thoughtful gifts, folks. Beauregard mostly just seemed surprised to get flowers. Yes, welcome to Fandom. This place is... confusing. Take it from the island's least unlikely prom king, several years back.

... Eight years back.

Christ.

Elsewhere in town, people went to work. Mae's first shift at the Magic Box involved ill-advised revenge potion mixing, and I'm certain that didn't backfire in any way. Prince Sidon had gifts for all of the animals at Furnado. All. Of. Them. At Syndulla Scrap, Vette was in quite the good mood, no doubt made better by a lunchtime sushi delivery courtesy of her prince. Well, that's... Mushy.

*Chittering*

Ah. Actual prince. And I really must compliment you on how quickly you pulled together those semaphore flags, mates. I also know sign language.

*Exasperated chittering*

*Chuckling*

In the park, Jack the adult, not Jack the student, arranged for a get-together of attractive folks with swords. Jack and Fenris got themselves introduced, Peter stopped by with swords and strawberries and chatted with Jack about fighting styles. Peter was a touch exaserated at Fenris over a catnip gift, given Seivarden's cat, though. Beau was hoping less for a demonstration of blokes with swords and more for an opportunity to spar when she stopped by the park. Fjord and Jack discussed flowers and other such gifts, and then chatted a little about who they sent their respective gifts to. Beau apparently heckled Fjord until he... tried to juggle with a falchion. Which sounds like a poor life choice entirely, mate. And Fenris and Fjord also chatted about flowers. Hot topic for the day and all that. Liam and Jack chatted some about fencing, Beau heckled Liam as well, though likely with less sword-juggling. And Kaidan showed up with no swords in tow because Jack already beat him to them, and got a nod hello from Liam.

No word from the squirrels if anybody actually got around to fighting with those swords.

And now into the still-none-of-anybody's-business news, Steve and Tony did Valentine's kissing before heading off for a date, Sparkle and Hernando did Valentine's kissing before heading off for a date, Hannibal and I did Valentine's kissing before heading off for a date, and other folks opted to stay in for their dates and prepare dinner themselves, like Kanan did for Hera and Verity did for Liam, though perhaps in that instance there were lessons learned about cooking romantic meals while kissing pre-date.

And that appears to be all the notes. You all survived the country's second most needlessly commercialized holiday. Everything is going to stink of roses for a week. Some of you should never be trusted with sharp objects. Lessons were learned. Starsmore out.