The flight on British Airways was pleasant. Comfortable seats, friendly staff, good entertainment. The food was acceptable, even if I couldn’t recognize it: some kind of skalefin curry, I believe. Humans always complain about airplane food, but after you’ve eaten Blood Legion field cuisine on the front lines, everything else is a five-star delight.
Memo to soft humans: You’re eating a hot meal while riding in an aluminum box 35,000 feet in the air. It doesn’t taste bad; it tastes like fantastic convenience.
I watched Iron Man 2, which was good despite having nothing to do with Smodur the Unflinching…or the Iron Legion at all, come to think about it. Matthew watched Twilight: Breaking Dawn. At least, that’s what I left on his monitor when he came back from the lavatory.