Oh, Pierce, you are such a typical Man. And yet, I could quite see he, Edmund and Peter sitting around a campire, tankard in hand, trading stories about the necessary company of women. Possibly with leery looks on their faces.

And really, your muse at least is much better than mine. I've been trying to get back into writing (there is currently a lull in the hell work this week *touch wood*) and I'm having a hard time focusing on working on one particular story when I feel I should look at the other ones instead.