So you didn't know about the picnic?"
"No, Miresa--not a thing."
"Are you sure?"
"Now that I think about it, I do remember you sending an invitation some days ago, but was not sure if the event was this week or the next."
"I sent the picnic invites last week, and I wanted to host it this week."
"Funny, Miresa, I could've sworn the invite said next week..."
"Has your power to read my handwriting been locked, Bradlin?"
"I didn't say your writing was bad!"
"Oh boy, I have a bad feeling about this..."
"Everyone, please! It appears we have had some miscommunication on the day Miresa wanted to host a picnic, so let us try and sort this out in a peaceful manner."
"Fair enough."
"Now, when exactly did you send the invitations, Miresa?"
"Last week, and I specifically stated on them it was to happen this week...so where is Bradlin getting the idea that it is next week?"
"Oh, now I remember! I was mixing up the day of our picnic with a training session all dragoons are required to participate in."
"So you didn't read my writing wrong after all."
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