Jo dares: Maybe we could club together for AnnaStrophic (sound mind has she) to fly up/down/across to his lair and suss out if anything dodgy is going on.

Weather wuss though I be,
And fully convinced that only Mad Dogs and Minnesotans go out in the Northern-Tier-of-States winter,
Aceept shall I this dodgy mission,
noblesse oblige* and all that, but.

(Y'all'll foot the bill, right?)
(Can I have Max as a bodyguard?)

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*somebody's gotta do it.