Ransom gets out of jail. Marta's not so happy about it.

Sui Zhou and Tang Fan attend all manner of gatherings with great regularity, but it is rare for them to partake in much mingling as themselves.

Listeners, I have just received word that our new visitor—you know, the British one, with his soul unwillingly tethered to a non-euclidean facet of what we perceive to be human terror—is listening to our show!

Max/Jude; Two different times and bad pickup lines.

Over the years and across the provinces, they have explored together every li of what there is to offer in this between them.

Nectar and milk flow freely, and the wedding dances are wild.

Buffy and Faith are living it up in Cleveland, over thirty and regularly trying to convince their neighbors they're really just roommates, not "roommates", no matter what Faith wants. Of course, then things get all fucked up, complete with an apocalypse.

There is no-one here to watch Nie Mingjue, save for their ancestors, save for him.

What is love, listeners? What is it about the nature of love that makes the threat of harm so integral to its existence? If we were to pry open the human heart from its delicate cage and carefully carve into it with a scalpel, we would find no evidence of love.

A podfic of "Pack Mentality"

Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do.