Evening Lizardim from the cold and snowy wild north country. That’s right, snow - that flaky white stuff that some of us adore and some people hate with a passion superseding anything else. The Mrs. Fish has taken the elder fishspawn and left me home alone with a sleeping junior fishspawn. I don’t quite know what to do with myself; it’s been forever since I’ve been effectively alone. And so I find myself here. How go things among the lizardfolk?