[It's such a lovely day in Luceti that Raven thought it would be quite nice to take the time to cook something new for his fellow housemates. Not out of generosity mind you, more out of sheer boredom since he had no intention of eating it himself. After flicking through the recipe books he had settled on making a refreshing coconut flavoured sorbet.

However, he wasn't expecting coconuts to be this difficult to work with and had no idea how to get it open. After struggling with a knife for twenty minutes he decided that it was going to take more extreme measures to get through it's deceptively furry shell. Using his bow he placed a magic spell into the ground, then jumped back and threw the coconut at it. As a result, the coconut exploded into little pieces and splattered across the front yard, not exactly what he was going for.]

That's it, I give up! [He sighed and scratched his head, he didn't want to waste the nice weather so he needed a new idea. So he decided to grab his journal and ask. Might as well clean up the mess he made too, thinking that maybe he should have just gone to the store to get a hammer instead of being so lazy about it.]

Alright, I'm tryin' ta make a nice summery dessert and I need some suggestions! I'm thinkin' something exotic? Ya know, the kind that screams a nice hot day at the beach? Sorbet, ice cream, parfait, all the stuff I hate eatin' myself and really I don't know all that much about.

Ya know, I'm gonna skip straight ta the point. Anyone care ta tell this old man what the date is? Last time I was here it was somethin' like August.

[He pauses for a minute. August sounded right to him, but it had been an exceptionally long time since he'd last been here. Was August even a legitimate month, it wasn't native to his calendar. He wasn't even certain if this is how you use the journal properly. It had been several months for him and his memory isn't very kind.]

Actually, is anyone I know even around anymore? I've got no idea how long it's been. Just when I thought I'd finally gotten rid of this place.

[As it's raining today, the old man has decided to do what he usually does, get drunk out of boredom. But it has been a while since he's used the journal for anything other than people watching, so he figured he should probably contribute to that mess that we call social interaction. He's been trying to figure out what he was doing the last time he was in Luceti, he must've entertained himself somehow. He did gardening.]

How do you guys stop yerselves from gettin' so bored in this place? Not that I mind the peace and quiet we get when we're not bein' experimented on! It's just that some of you must've picked up new hobbies, ones that don't involve spendin' every day at the battle dome, right? Us old folk just aren't cut out fer that sorta thing. Drinkin' alcohol every day isn't a very healthy hobby ta have.

[A pause while he pours himself another class of wine.]

A turtle did suggest that I take up a musical instrument now that I think about it.