This short poem is a quick kudos to an event I heard about third party -
you two know who you are... The moral is to watch what you emote when
others are around *smile*.

Two friends were bashing at the rock, so the story goes, chatting with
each other, while killing all their foes. One turned to the other,
something nice was said, The other meant to smile, but smited him
instead.

Be well, everyone

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Khepary, in the year 133 MA.