…Must be a witch meeting.
…Best anon has, is an 1/8th of pots, a six pack of pints, some thin sliced, fried beef and tortillas.
…Bust my balls a bit more, for a smartass joke. Anon is far from rich, and doesn't particularly care. Can't buy brains.
…Shit happens. It's one of those odd nights. Everything is cool.
…This is the part where anon screams, "TANIT WORSHIP!"
…Genetic memory, IMO. Anon begins to piece the puzzle together, bit by bit. Cross cultural similarities (from seeing the same celestial formations). Still digging, still learning. It never ends.