A Distribution of Props
To Ms. Bookish, for an impromptu rendition of the Danish schoolchildren’s version of various shinies at Rosenborg Slot, and for being the sort of person with whom one can pick up almost where one left off four years ago: Three squillion props
To Francis Strand, for en fabulofika: Two point five zillion props
To Londoners, for failing to do anything more than look at me oddly as I sat next to a pillar in the Liverpool Street Station wearing my large, certifiably security-threatening backpack: Four props. However, I remain dourly convinced that I would have been convincingly harassed at least five times on Friday had I been of darker descent. Five and a half quid for luggage storage, London! Has your first-rank city self never heard of coin-op lockers? Minus two props for inadequate facilities.
To Des von Bladet, for hyggelige and immensely snore-free accomodations, and harbour (harbor) fests, and etc.: Umptyelevensy props
To PieMinister, for PIE!: Squizzleteen props if and only if you establish a franchise in the San Francisco Bay posthaste. America is so very ready for your savory pie nouveau!