A/N: Well, here it is! The epilogue. Sorry for the delay in getting this up, but it was supposed to be a short 1000 word wrap up, but it kind of turned into a behemoth of an epilogue, so it took longer than I expected. More of their story just kept coming out (no pun intended). I also had hoped to post this after I started my new fic, but that's not quite ready to post yet and I don't want to keep you waiting.

And special shoutout to guest reviewer Jezz, who left a comment this morning begging me to post the epilogue. Without further ado, here you go :)

Note: Emma's outfit described in here is based on what JMo wore to Tribeca Film Fest in 2012. I admittedly was out of ideas, and that look is still totally stylish. I'd wear it, so why can't Emma?

Eight Months Later

"I'm so excited for you, Em," Mary-Margaret says to me as I fold the last of my jeans and put them into my suitcase. "I feel like a proud mom."

"You guys are still planning on coming, right?"

"Oh, absolutely. We wouldn't miss this for the world," she reiterates. "Kathryn will be coming up Friday morning to take over for us for the day and watch Neal, and then we'll be on our way."

I sigh, relieved that they'll be there. It's been nearly a year since I first arrived at the Nolans' forest getaway, and in that time Mary-Margaret and I have really rekindled our friendship. We grew apart after college, as most people do when life gets in the way, and so we would only see each other once or twice a year at most. Mainly Facebook kept us updated on what was going on in each other's lives. But after I moved into the main house after my three-month writing retreat in one of their cabins, it was almost like we were back as roommates in the sorority house (aside from the fact that she has a husband and toddler running around this time). I had only intended on staying with them for a month or two after my original retreat ended, but it turns out that I really enjoy helping out with their bed and breakfast camp, and there's always something to do here. Even in the dead of the Wisconsin winter, their business was booming and we got to explore new ways of keeping guests entertained. Visitors traded in paddleboats for ice skating on the frozen pond, and instead of hiking, visitors loved to cross-country ski on the trails. After my half-joking suggestion after too much wine one night during the first snow in early November, the Nolans even ended up adopting a Siberian husky and an Alaskan malamute from a local rescue, both of whom quickly became Instagram-famous on the bed and breakfast's feed. The kids who came to visit loved the pups, particularly when we would rig up the kiddie sleds and snow tubes to the dogs and let them take the young kids out for a mini Iditarod. So, I've continued to stay in their guest bedroom, helping them run their business during the day and working on my writing at night. I haven't even considered moving back to the city. Apparently, the simple life agrees with me, and I plan to stay up here for the foreseeable future.

And, all that writing I've been doing finally turned into something worthwhile; it's no longer a lesson in futility. In late January, after manically revising draft after draft, I took a chance and sent my polished draft to Mal and Ingrid at Fire & Ice Literary Agents, LLC., the agency where I had interned right after I finished my MFA program. I hadn't expected anything to come of it, as my novel didn't fit into the genre of their usual clientele, but I had hoped to get some feedback on my work and maybe a suggestion as to what agencies I should query. To my surprise, they offered to take me on, as they were slowly expanding their client base and hoping to reach new niche markets.

And damn, they are good at their job. Within three weeks, they had a preliminary book deal for me with a relatively new publishing house in Chicago. It's not a six-figure deal or a promise for a spinoff movie franchise, but it's a healthy deal for my first foray into the world of published novelist. After doing a few revisions at the publisher's request and working with an editor, my release date is nearly here. So, I'm packing up my bag for the weekend to head down to Chicago for some final meetings and a celebratory dinner with Mal and Ingrid. Then, on Friday night I will have my official book launch party at a brewery in the city across the street from the publisher, ahead of the official book release on Tuesday.

I'll be staying with Ruby while I'm in town, who I'm excited to see because I haven't had a chance to see her in months. She was able to come up to visit over one short weekend in February, and she and Mary-Margaret hit it off right away. When she stayed with me she told me that Billy from accounting had proposed to her (their casual office hookup quickly became more serious in the time after I was fired, apparently). She had asked me to be her bridesmaid, which I was quick to agree to, and so in September I'll be standing up as she marries the man who caught her eye on her first day at Enchanted Education. And after staying with me at the retreat, she decided to have her wedding on the Nolans' property. Mary-Margaret is thrilled, because it will be their first on-site wedding. She and Ruby have been exchanging Pinterest board posts nearly every day, and at this point if Mary-Margaret shows me one more DIY mason jar candle centerpiece I'm going to scream. But, I'm so excited for Ruby, and for Mary-Margaret. If Ruby's wedding goes well, then this could open up more options for the Nolans' getaway in the forest.

As for Regina, well, I don't know what's going on with her. I haven't spoken to her since she left the morning of Columbus Day all those months ago. When Ruby came to visit, she had told me that shortly after Regina got back to Chicago, she unexpectedly quit her job on the spot after a huge argument with Gold in a meeting with the Enchanted Education leadership team. "It was crazy," Ruby had said. "They were in that glass conference room in the middle of the main floor, and that chick Fiona from the San Francisco office who you met was there, along with a bunch of other people from the West Coast branch that Gold had flown in, plus all the VPs and execs from Chicago. All of a sudden we hear a full-on screaming match between Fiona, Gold, and Regina. The next thing I know Regina is storming out of the room and goes down the hall to her office with Gold, Fiona, and a few others hot on her trail. She starts packing up her shit and tells Gold that she's done and he'll have her official letter of resignation by the end of the day. An hour or two later, she got on the elevator and never came back."

I had been shocked. Regina loved her job — she told me as much during the weekend she came up here. But, I know she and Fiona have a lot of conflicts, but Fiona was in California most of the time and Regina was higher up in the hierarchy, so I can't imagine what went down that would make Regina give it all up like that. Ruby had no idea, either. Whatever happened in that conference room is still under lock and key. "Do you know where she went after she quit?" I had asked Ruby. I know Regina would have plenty of money, between her healthy salary at Enchanted Education and likely alimony from Robin, but I was still concerned. Between going through a divorce and custody battle with her kids, her newfound realization that she's attracted to women, and then quitting her job, that's a lot of change for even a healthy, well-adjusted person to take on at once.

"I'm not sure. Her LinkedIn profile hasn't been updated, and that's the only connection I have to her," Ruby had replied.

At that point, I told Ruby everything that had happened between Regina and me during that weekend. I hadn't said anything to her previously, even though I was dying to, because I wanted to respect Regina's privacy. Even though Ruby is one of my best friends, the last thing I wanted to do was to gossip to one of Regina's coworkers about what she and I did on a long weekend. But now that Regina was no longer working with Ruby, I had been relieved to finally be able to tell her the whole story.

Ruby had been surprised, to say the least. She then told me I should get off my ass and call Regina.

"I can't," I had said. "Stupidly, we never exchanged phone numbers. I only had her office number, and I didn't want to call her at work. Not to mention, it seems like that number would have been useless anyway. If she wanted to talk to me, she would have called me."

*.*.*

"You look hot as hell, Emma," Mal whispers in my ear as she offers me another glass of champagne. "And now that you're no longer my intern, I can tell you that without fear of a sexual harassment lawsuit."

"Well, you're still my agent," I tease, graciously accepting the bubbly drink from her and taking a sip. "I keep worrying that I'm going to have a wardrobe malfunction, though," I say, glancing down at my chest to make sure everything is in place and running my fingers across the top of the bustline to slightly adjust it. Ruby had helped me decide what to wear, as social soirees are much more her scene than mine. I had planned on wearing my go-to little black dress, which is what I brought with me from Wisconsin, but Ruby vetoed it. She insisted I needed something new and special, and she dragged me down Michigan Avenue during a short bit of free time the day before to go shopping. It was worth it, though. We found a gorgeous, yet simple jumpsuit, which I'm currently wearing and praying that it stays up. The white strapless bodice is well constructed, but it still makes me nervous since I'm not used to wearing anything like this. The rest of the piece is black, with wide leg pants that fortunately cover my not-quite-stylish shoes (I refused to wear anything too uncomfortable, knowing I'd be on my feet all night) and pockets that let me keep my essentials close by, since my purse is locked in the brewery office for safe keeping.

"Well, you really do look great," Mal reiterates before she excuses herself to go speak with another colleague.

It's a little over an hour into the book launch party that the publishers are throwing me, and things are going well. I managed to make it through my "thank you" speech and read the introductory pages of the book without stumbling over my words, which had been my main concern. Mal and Ingrid had both given very complimentary speeches as well, and then the publisher had spoken about the book and reminded everyone in attendance to recommend the book to their friends and librarians. Now, we are able to eat, drink, and mingle, and I can finally relax a bit.

It's extremely odd being the center of attention, but part of me is really enjoying it. The crowd isn't obscenely large, as there are maybe 50 people or so filling the space, and it's full of bookstore representatives, librarians, and Fire and Ice's other clients — not the most crazy of crowds. It's been fun getting to speak with the individuals who have decided to order my book to sell in their stores and to talk to other authors who have gone through this process already. I've always been on the more introverted side, but I'm going to soak up every moment of this, because I don't know if I'll ever have another opportunity quite like it.

"Champagne at a brewery?" I hear a teasing voice behind me. "That seems a bit odd."

Oh my God, I think to myself. I turn around slowly, thinking that my ears are just playing tricks on me. But no, there she is. For the first time in eight months, I lay my eyes on the beautiful brunette, who is wearing a stunning burgundy dress that graces her mid-thigh and has a keyhole neckline that reveals a hint of cleavage and shows off her well-defined shoulders. "Regina," I say, completely stunned.

"Hello, dear. This is quite a party," she says casually, as though no time has passed and everything about this encounter is completely ordinary.

Before I have a chance to respond, Ingrid swoops in and whisks me away, muttering something about needing me for the book signing portion of the evening. I take my spot at a table against the far wall of the brewery, and a line starts to form as guests pick up their complimentary copy of my debut novel to bring it over to me to sign. I try my best to stay focused and present, making polite but genuine conversation with each person I speak to. But in reality, my mind goes back to Regina, who I've now lost in the crowd. What is she even doing here? How is she here? This was an invite-only event, and God knows I didn't send her an invitation. I couldn't even if I wanted to, because I don't even know how to contact her.

As I sign more and more books, including copies for Ruby, Mary-Margaret, and David, I begin to think that maybe I imagined seeing her. After all, champagne always goes to my head quickly, this is a crazy night, and I was standing by myself and letting my mind wander. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, because I haven't caught another glimpse of her, and my eyes are looking everywhere for the beauty in the burgundy dress.

The line begins to wind down 45 minutes later, and just a few folks remain in the queue to have their books signed. The party has started to clear out a bit, with only the Fire and Ice staff, a few clients, and a few of their friends remaining. I see Ruby, Mary-Margaret, and David chatting quietly amongst themselves at the bar in the corner of the taproom, occasionally glancing over at me and sending me a smile when they catch my eye. My attention is drawn back to the task at hand when I hear someone place a book down on the table in front of me. I flip open the cover to the title page and start to ask my typical, "Who should I make this out to?" as I look up to face them, but the last few words get caught in my throat when I see her. I guess I didn't imagine her, then.

"Regina, dear," she smirks down at me, answering the completely unnecessary question I had started to ask. "Or did you forget about me already?"

I shake my head as I lean forward to scrawl my name and a brief message across the page, closing the book and handing it back to her. "Are you going to stick around for a bit?" I ask as I pass it back, finally finding my words.

"I suppose I can," she says, thanking me for signing her copy and moving out of the way so the next person in line can take her place.

I quickly get through the rest, thanking everyone for coming to the launch, and then go join Mary-Margaret and Ruby in the corner of the room. "Look who's here," Ruby grins as she nods to Regina, who has joined them.

"Yeah, I see that," I reply, smiling awkwardly at Regina. "Where's David?" I ask Mary-Margaret, noting the man's absence.

"He went to go get the car. We had to park in a garage a few blocks away. It's getting late, so we need to head back home. It's still about a 90 minute drive from here, and I don't want to leave Kathryn with a toddler and manning the business all night."

"Thank you so much for coming, Mary-Margaret. It means the world to me that you're here."

"We wouldn't miss it. We'll see you back home in a few days, right?"

"Yes," I nod. I'm planning to stay in the city through Tuesday evening, so I can do a few book signings and readings at stores throughout Chicago up through my book's release date. Then I'll be heading back to the Nolans' house to do some local events there. My book isn't really something that would appeal to small-town folks, but there are a few independent bookstores who were eager to support a local author. Then, I imagine it will go back to life as usual for me, helping out Mary-Margaret with the guests.

"Great. I'll send David in to come say goodbye before we head out. See you in a few days."

"Get home safely. Text me when you get back so I know you guys got there okay."

"Of course, Em," Mary-Margaret smiles. "And you say I mother you too much."

I roll my eyes as she gives me a hug and walks out the door, leaving me alone with Ruby and Regina. The awkwardness is quickly broken when David pops his head in to say goodbye, before he, too, leaves just as quickly as he came.

"Well, congratulations again, Emma. It's been a great night. But, do you mind if I take off a little early? Billy should be getting done at his friend's concert right about now, and I promised him I'd meet him for a drink before I head home. Are you okay getting back to my place by yourself?"

"Of course. I did live here for several years. I know how to navigate the city," I say, kissing her cheek as she leans in to hug me.

"I won't wait up for you," she whispers in my ear, winking at me as she turns to leave.

As Ruby departs, Regina smiles at me shyly, a stark contrast to the seductive and confident smirks she's been sending me all night. "Do you want to get a drink and catch up?" she finally asks.

"Sure," I say. "It looks like they're closing up here, though," I reply. The room has all but completely cleared out, and Mal and her associates are packing up the leftover promotional materials they brought, while the brewery staff begins wiping down the tables.

"There's a hotel just up the street that has a quiet piano bar. Want to head over there?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Just let me go grab my things out of the office, and I'll meet you back here," I reply. She nods and I quickly head to the private office in the back of the brewery, my heart beating loudly in my chest as my brain tries to reconcile everything that has happened. Between the excitement of the party and seeing Regina again, I think I might actually pass out.

I stop by to thank Ingrid and Mal on my way back to where Regina is waiting at the front door, draping my red leather jacket around my shoulders to help keep out the mild chill of the June evening. Regina opens the door and gestures for me to go through first, and then we silently walk the city block in silence until we arrive at the hotel. This time I open the door for her and she walks in, heading straight to the intimate, dimly lit lounge off the lobby. A man in his mid-60s is playing piano quietly — a jazz piece I vaguely recognize but cannot name — and there are a handful of patrons watching him at small hightop tables. We take a seat in the far corner, away from the other guests so we can better hear one another over the soothing sound of the piano.

"I never knew this place was here," I say as I look around. "It's nice. Is it new?"

Regina shakes her head. "Not really. It's been here a few years. But there's so much to do in the area that this is often overlooked by anyone who isn't staying at the hotel."

"How'd you find out about it?"

"I live up the street, actually," she explains. "I discovered it one night when a friend was in town and staying here. I've been coming here ever since."

"Hi, Regina. Your usual?" a server asks as he comes over and places two waters on the table.

"Yes, please. Thank you, Graham," she replies. "Graham, this is my friend Emma. She's in town for a few days. Emma, this is Graham."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma," he says in his thick Irish accent. "Are you ladies here for anything special or just a nice night out?"

"Actually, we just came from a launch party for Emma's first novel that's coming out on Tuesday," Regina explains.

"Oh, well congratulations, Emma," he says sweetly. "In that case, your first round is on the house."

"Wow, thank you," I reply.

"What can I get for you, Emma?" he asks.

"A whiskey sour?" Regina asks me for confirmation before I can answer. I nod my head in agreement and Graham turns to head back to the bar.

"You remembered?" I ask. That was the drink I ordered during the conference in San Diego the night Regina told me she suspected Robin was having an affair, right before she got ridiculously drunk and accused me of overstepping.

"I did," she smiles.

"So, how have you been?" I ask lamely.

She chuckles at that. "Good," she starts. "I assume Ruby told you about my very public resignation from Enchanted Education?"

"She did," I confirm. This isn't the topic I expected she would bring up, but I'll go with it for now. "Though she said she doesn't know why you quit."

Regina sighs. "It's a long story. But basically…remember that bitch Fiona from the San Francisco office?"

I nod. "Of course. How could I forget?"

"Right," Regina nods. "Well, Gold gave her a job in Chicago. Actually, he gave her the job I had been hoping I would get."

"What? How? I thought you were above her?"

"I was. There were rumors right around the time that you were fired that he was going to be creating a Vice President of Marketing and Sales position, which all the VPs of the individual sales departments would report to. Naturally, we all assumed it would go to one of the existing VPs. And then the rumors died down and nothing more was said about it, so we forgot about it. Then at that meeting with several of the California office folks, he announced that Fiona was the new VP. They never even posted the job anywhere or gave anyone else the opportunity to apply or interview for it. He just created it and ushered her into it, announcing that she was going to be our new boss and that she'd be relocating to the Chicago office. By that point, I was furious and was already fed up with the way things had been running as of late, so I told them both to fuck off and I left. It wasn't my finest or most professional moment, but God it felt good to say."

"Wow," I say, feeling my eyes widen in surprise. "So, what did you do after that?"

"I called Daniel…you remember Ruby's boss?" she asks. I nod my head yes and she continues. "Well, he went out on paternity leave right before Columbus Day weekend. His wife just had a baby and he wanted to spend time with her and his new son. He had a lot of personal time saved up, knowing that he would want to take more than the one or two weeks the company gives new fathers," she explains. "Well, it turns out that he had been frustrated with a lot of things, too. He hated firing Tiana as much as I hated firing you. We both thought it was ridiculous that the girls on Arthur's team flirted their way to meet their sales quotas and otherwise sucked at their jobs, while you and Tiana actually did yours properly. He told me that he likely wasn't going to return from paternity leave, and instead he was going to use that time to seriously look into opening his own business. He had been thinking about it for a while and had drawn up a preliminary business plan, but he wanted to take that time to really iron it out. About two days before all of this went down with Gold and Fiona, he told me the bank had given him a small business loan, and he was going to start it. He told me there'd be a spot for me if I wanted it."

"Seriously?" I ask, nodding briefly at Graham in thanks as he brings over our drinks.

She does the same, pausing to take a sip of her drink before continuing. "Yes. He and I have always worked together well and have commiserated through all the bullshit at Enchanted, so I figured I may as well take him up on that. So, I've spent the last six months working with him to officially get our new business off the ground."

"What are you guys doing?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

"It's a small boutique marketing agency," she explains. "His first love has always been graphic design, and as VP of the K-12 sales division at Enchanted, he actually did very little hands-on design and marketing work. He missed it. So this way, he gets to go back to his passion, but also use the skills he's gained to run the business. My background is in marketing and sales, so I help him with marketing our business, rather than designing marketing projects for our clients, which is his baby for the moment. We're still in the soft launch phase and are mainly building a few substantial projects to help make a name for ourselves and have a portfolio to show potential new clients. So far, we've designed a few book covers for some of Fire & Ice's clients. Mal and Ingrid connected me with some of the smaller publishing houses that don't necessarily have in-house designers, so those are our first few ventures into this world."

"Oh," I nod in understanding. "That explains why you were there tonight, then, and how you know Mal and Ingrid."

"Well, sort of."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, actually," she starts, and I can tell she's suddenly anxious. "Mal and I were involved for a bit," she says, biting on the straw of her gin and tonic.

"Oh," I say. "That's, uh…unexpected."

"Yeah," she sighs.

"Well, I guess that's one way to address the elephant in the room."

She raises a brow at me and I smile.

"My next question was going to be about how you're doing personally, you know, with everything," I clarify.

"Right," she nods. "Yeah. When I got back, I couldn't stop thinking about that night," she blushes, and I'm pretty sure I do, too. "I decided to give the whole dating women thing a try, because honestly, that felt more right to me than trying to date men. Mal and I met one night at a mixer that Daniel suggested I attend — some happy hour thing for people in the publishing industry — and I met Mal there. I knew of her, of course, because of her agency's reputation, and I knew that you had interned there. We hit it off and started dating."

"But it didn't work out?" I ask, hoping that I don't sound too hopeful. I know the answer is 'no,' because she had said they were involved for a bit, not are involved, but I can't help wanting to know what happened.

"No, it didn't. It was fine, and it was fun for the four months it lasted. We split amicably after that because we wanted different things. I realized that I'm happier being in a committed relationship, even though I just got out of a boring, unfulfilling marriage. And while I don't expect a huge commitment after only four months, I at least want to know that it could turn into that someday. I just want the potential to be there. But, Mal has no intention of settling down anytime soon, if ever. So, when we realized that we weren't going to be compatible, we figured we may as well end it while we were still in a good place and could remain friends, you know?"

I shrug. "Makes sense."

"Mal is actually the one who invited me tonight…it had nothing to do with my new business with Daniel, but she knows about our history and thought I might want to be there."

"Oh…you told her?"

"I did. I wanted to be honest with her about my lack of experience, and I knew she knew you and would likely figure it out anyway even if I didn't name names…" she says, pausing for a moment before she continues speaking. "I'm so happy for you, Emma," she says, reaching across the table to lightly place her hand on mine.

"Thanks. I'm glad you were there tonight."

"Me, too," she says, squeezing my hand gently before releasing it. "So, I have to ask — you told me you were writing a dark retelling of Snow White. This…" she says, raising an eyebrow at me and pulling her signed copy of the book out of her bag, "does not seem to be that."

I chuckle as I look at the cover of my novel, featuring a silhouette of the legs of two hand-drawn women relaxing on the beach under a rainbow striped umbrella. "No, it definitely isn't," I answer.

"Well?"

"After you left, I worked a bit more on the Snow White story, and I nearly completed it. But, I lost my inspiration for it a bit, so I set it aside when I had the idea for that story," I say, gesturing toward the book.

"I have to say, hearing you read the introductory pages tonight and reading the synopsis on the dust jacket…it sounds a bit familiar," she accuses with a smile.

I laugh again. "It may have been inspired by recent events," I confess.

In actuality, it very much was. It's a story quite similar to our own: a young woman quits her job at an advertising agency in New York City. Everyone thinks her boss is a raging bitch, but really she's going through a divorce and doesn't want anyone to know. Instead, she takes out her anger and frustration on her staff, and ultimately the girl can't take it anymore and quits. A few months later, the two women run into each other on vacation at a resort in Playa del Carmen, Mexico, where they end up having a whirlwind affair until they go their separate ways. The book ends with an indefinite conclusion, leaving the reader to decide if they end up getting together when they return back to their respective homes in New York.

"Obviously, I took a lot of liberties and there's a lot of hyperbole for dramatic effect," I add. "But, the story isn't entirely born from my imagination."

She narrows her eyes at me, almost looking like she's trying to be intimidating, but I can tell she's biting back a smile.

So, I continue. "But, to be fair, I did give you a shout out, so you can take a little credit for it."

"What?" she asks, picking up the book and turning it over, as if she expects me to have outed her on the back cover.

"Relax, Regina," I say as I reach for the book. "May I?"

She nods as I open the book to the dedication page at the front. In addition to my regular signature on the title page, I had stealthily drawn a smiley face and a heart on the dedication page when she wasn't looking during the book signing. I then pointed to the page, which lists three short dedications: one to my late parents, one to Mary-Margaret and David for letting me stay with them while I worked on the book, and then finally, one last note. It simply reads: 'For R.M: Enjoy the journey. I hope you find your answers, happiness, and maybe yourself along the way. Xo.'

Regina smiles genuinely as she looks up at me, her eyes becoming slightly watery as she reaches for my hand once more: "I think maybe I have."

THE END

A/N: Well, just as Emma's says that her book leaves the conclusion up to the reader, so does this one. Unlike my others, this fic will not have a sequel, as I like leaving it open to interpretation :) And, I feel like I'm leaving them in a good place and don't want to mess with them anymore. They've been fun to write, but I think I should leave them alone to live their lives. I have my headcanon about what comes next for them, but I'm curious what you all think. I'd love to hear your predictions/interpretations as to what happens next for them, so feel free to leave a review with your own headcanon.

Thank you so, so much for joining me on this story. I had no idea what to expect, and when I first posted it I was afraid no one was going to read it (especially since the description even mentions that Regina was in a real relationship with Robin to start), but as I posted each chapter, more and more folks joined in, and it's turned into one of my most followed/reviewed fics. I can't thank you enough for sticking with it and reading along with me. (And I'm super thankful for the encouragement and gentle nudges to update! Those always made me smile, and maybe feel a little guilty, but mostly made me really happy).

I'm planning to begin a new modern-day AU fic shortly, so if you're not already, I'd love it if you'd follow me so you know when it's up :) Or, just check my profile over the next week to see if it goes live. It will most likely be called "Just What I Needed" (like the song by The Cars). I have a major PhD proposal due this week, so if I can get that done in time to work on the story, hopefully the first chapter of the new fic will be up by this weekend. I'm also still working on a magical realism fic, but that's taking a little longer. Hopefully that will be up within the next few weeks, too.

Thanks again for reading!