[it's about this time that Squalo is starting to wonder what the hell he's gotten himself into. he's sitting on the edge of the fountain with his sword across his knees and blank expression on his face, watching the scene unfold. the ball, however, is in his court now so he's no longer concerned with waiting for the fight to start. Squalo grins, picks up his journal and decides to write his response.]

I took a charming stroll around the village, smelled the roses, rescued some drowning kittens, but for the most part, I've been here, waiting for your slow ass to show up. Are you done primping yet?