My Dearest Corwynne,
I am currently only receiving reports from Leggs about the bustle of activity in the settlement. You see, the other day, the elves realized that I know how to sew and tried to convince me to join them. I high tailed it back to reality in a millisecond.
A few days later they sent Leggs to try and convince me that I would enjoy the social atmosphere that is created when many beings get together and sew. He even tried to compare their sewing group to the belly kitchen. After that I booted him back to the settlement and told him that if he ever dared to besmirch the belly kitchen this way again we would have a problem.
I think he may finally understand that I would rather be flayed slowly while giving birth than put another needle to cloth again.
Of course, now I can't go back to the settlement until the night of the show. This has left me with nothing of interest to do, cleaning and taking care of children have left me quite bored, but it is a small price to pay. And at least the house will be very clean for the foreseeable future.
Your affectionate friend,