Penthouse and Craftsmate texted me the night before Christmas Eve to inform me that they had a long, valuable, civil conversation and effectively communicated how they were feeling.
I guess being mean to me helped them bond a little bit. Both said the whole thing on the couch was the best, surprisingly least awkward part of the day.
So, I sent them both a text after receiving positive reviews almost simultaneously from each about the other, essentially expressing that they were impressed with the others’ maturity about the whole thing and how well their conversation had went.
All’s well that ends well, I suppose. Even if hyping this birthday orgy is cruel and unusual, it was a lovely present to have things run smoothly.