As his arms graced the city skyline and his wife mouthed obscenities close behind, it occurred to him that he had, in awful forgetfulness, left water in the teapot and that it would now surely rust.
Welcome, 7am. Very, very, very well done.
Welcome to Scrine, 7am. And I agree - a very nice start.
Hi, 7am. Welcome.
Take my wife, please. (I’m sure your character (or real self) would be fine with the broken flowerpot incident, having long training in such crisis management.)
Hello 7am, and welcome!