The Interdimensional Postal Office

To: Gorgon the Unwillingly Blinking

From: Quibbles the Overly Enthusiastic

Subject: Nightly Ponderings

Dear Gorgon,

It’s that time of reality once more — the stars blink in unison, humming a tune only known to cats and ancient vending machines. As I sip on my anti-gravitational tea, I ponder: Why do interdimensional portals always smell like mint?

If you have answers, do send them via snail — or if you're feeling adventurous, teleport them directly but mind the spillage of cosmic juice.

Yours in spasmodic curiosity,

Quibbles

To: Quibbles the Overly Enthusiastic

From: Gorgon the Unwillingly Blinking

Subject: RE: Nightly Ponderings

Dear Quibbles,

Thanks for your last epistle. I did try to decipher the mint aroma mystery, but was distracted by a fox that was actually a portal in a floral disguise. You see, it’s not so much the smell, but the taste that perplexes.

Please do avoid extravagant teleportations until we can figure out that cosmic juice conundrum. Maybe a letter pigeon in an existential crisis will find its way to you instead.

Portal pastries must still await us.

Yours under unblinking stars,

Gorgon