Maybe I wasn't subbed when this came out,
so I don't remember seeing this story before.
In any case, pardon my commenting on a repost.

But will someone tell me why, every time I show
up in this fic, I am reminded of Judy Tenuta?  It's
like, substitute the spatula with an accordion, and
I am suddenly the petite flower/giver goddess/
fashion-plate saint!  Next thing you know, Matt's
gonna cast me as the blesser of bunions, healer
of hermaphrodites (wouldn't Ran-chan like *that*?),
and empress of Elvis impersonators.

Oh, well... I guess it was just a silly little ride, so 
there's no reason to get bent outta shape about it,
even if I get bent outta character.  At least it proves
you like me, huh, Matt?

Itsu mo,
Ucchana santa  ^_^

::raises hand in two-fingered gesture of benediction::
Illegitmati non carborundum