Characters: Deidrik (Le Saint). Mentions of Celsarir (Her Majesty) and Kamijyou (Mr. Crusader).

Summary: Private Messages shall be known as PMs. The Private Messaging System shall be known as PMS.

PMS is Better Than Mail

"A— Aachi— Achoo!" In comparison to the many other sneezes that Deidrik has heard in his lifetime, his own sneezes are not the most unique sounding sneezes. However, his recent sneezes have been strangely persistent. The last day he has passed without sneezing is three days ago.

This is worrying. His HP is not decreasing, so it is probably not a cold. What could it be?

Wiping his nose with a handkerchief that he quickly tucks back into his blue checked pants, Deidrik shakes his head and returns his attention to the medic room. His Healing Relic EX is balanced on a pile of loose dirt in the centre of the room. It pulses every so frequently to douse patients in the area with a wave of warm healing.

This is Deidrik's fifth day of medic duty.

So far, it has been an exciting five days worth of experimentation. The customised healing relics are performing wonderfully. Extended lifespan, controlled healing pulses. There will be plenty to discuss with his fellow Saint brothers the next time they congregate in the Brotherhood.

Speaking of relics though, the Lightning Relic EX that Deidrik had planted at the new private farm in Gray Ridge Forest is whining at the back of his mind, demanding mana from him irritably.

The relic had somehow achieved sentience on the third day of its livelihood.

(On that day Deidrik learned the joy of fatherhood. He was this close to shouting "My new baby! I'm a Daddy now!" and dancing in joy.)

It has been alive for six days now. Day one being the day that Deidrik boarded the airship headed for Saint Haven. It's practically a world record holder for the longest living relic summon now.

(Deidrik barely restrains jumping for joy again. His patients might think him nuts. The Healing and Medicine Board (a.k.a. HMB) would put him on trial for insanity charges.)

Which reminds him. The private farm. Deidrik is looking forward to the moment when he would lay his eyes on it again. The three warriors should be done with the tree cutting by the time Deidrik gets back.

As for transportation.. He has acquired Celsarir's services.

In the correspondence that Deidrik had sent to the Majesty-of-the-Guild-who-doubles-as-a-librarian, Deidrik had included the usual; bait (see: book bribery) and her instructions.

Long story short, she was to transport the tree trunks to Calderock by floating the logs with Switch Gravity and Black Hole alternately. He had even included stick figure drawings to illustrate each step of the procedure.

Celsarir had not been happy with Deidrik's letter. Oh the hermit Majesty enjoyed his offering of the Brotherhood's Bible, Newest Edition, sure. But his chickenscratch stick figures... Well.

What was it that Celsarir had snarked over the Private Messaging System (henceforth shortened to PMS) ?

Oh yes. 'If Deidrik was competing with a three year old for Best Picture Award, the three year old would win. Hands down.'

Deidrik had PMed back that he didn't need to win against a three-year-old, he's happy so long as he wins Merchant May.

He won the PMS war.

On a second thought though, Deidrik wonders if he should have recruited Kamijyou for the illustration part. The Crusader has a way with quills and parchment that would have Deidrik shredding his own paintings in shame if he wasn't so shameless.

Word has it that even Argenta had commissioned a self-portrait from him, and still keeps it with her.

If Word is to be believed anyway.

Oh wait. Deidrik pauses. He hasn't told Kamijyou about their new private farm yet. In fact he hasn't told anyone in the Guild about the new Farm. Except his accomplices anyway, they needed the information.

The Guild Message Board is no good. Its purpose has long been converted to Guild Planner. It is filled to brim with the whereabouts of all members of the Guild. Deidrik's announcement would drown in there and never be noticed.

No, something more direct is needed here. Something like a… gathering. Even better, a Guild Outing. They haven't had one of those in a while. The last time had been when they discovered the Green Dragon Nest.

Altea, that's not even a while. That's ages ago.

It's decided. There will be a CaiGarden Guild Outing. Now to move on to the details. Venue. Deidrik ponders. Venue, venue, venue... Aha! A proverbial light bulb goes off.

Deidrik grins.

The Beach.

End

Author's Note: Domesticity is starting to feel like A Fic With Short Chapters than a Drabble Series... ._.

On a separate note— HAS ANYONE SEEN/WATCHED DRAGON NEST IN A NUTSHELL ON YOUTUBE YET. IT IS AWESOMEEE!

*ahem* If you haven't watched it, go watch it now. You know what— I'll even put the youtube links on my profile. Seriously. GO WATCH IT.

Starempress Sophie - I'm glad you're enjoying the fic ^_^ To be honest.. I'm not sure Flayce is aware of how sadistic she actually is. IMO, it's the natural ones(sadists) that you have to watch out for—

Many thanks to shizuyue and Suis :3