[Dusk is the perfect time to be hanging out on the castle wall with a bowl of ice cream sundae, right? Right. Carrie looks happy enough about it, anyway. One leg's folded under her, the other kicks contentedly against the stone wall, and she's totally savoring the crap out of that ice cream. The journal's sitting next to her for easy perusal/dictation!]

Free ice cream. Definitely the best part about this place. [the clink of spoon-against-bowl.] Figure this place ain't all bad. Any other favorites?