A letter from Junie

Dear New Babbagers:

I find myself compelled to take a few minutes away from my mission to save the Great Blue Snapping Air Kraken (the singular breed of its species known for, among other things, being blue AND snapping, and which are now quite endangered) to send my fond wishes to all of you this Christmas season. Although, it’s true, I was gripped by a paroxysm of wanderlust that led me to leave New Babbage, heading first to Falun and then on to adventures I could never have predicted, I do find myself desperately missing the comfort of home and hearth.

As you crunch through the snowy streets this winter, as you build your snowmen, ride your mechanical sleighs and skate the canals, know that I am thinking of you. There never has been, nor will be, as far as I have seen during my travels, a city like our very own New Babbage. From the depths of its caverns to the points of its spires, I adore each and every cobblestone.

Drink a pint for me.

Love,

Junie

P.S.: Clockwinder, the check is in the mail. I promise. I really have no control over airship post service.

P.P.S: If anyone happens to see Mumsy on the street, no need to say anything. Just keep walking. (Though self-preservation and sanity dictate that you’d probably want to do that anyway.)