So I tell Larissa that I think the migraine meds I used yesterday are making my throat close up. She writes back something comforting like, don’t die because I’m not writing Sydney stuff alone, to which I write back to reassure her that I have an epi-pen somewhere. Her response?

Well, good on the epi-pen! Wish I was there to jab you with it. Whether you need it or not.

Steph T.