Meridian was not one to frequent dates, but it was Matentines. Most buns of any status were looking for partners to spend the warming nights with, and Meridian decided that he should likely not be the exception. So he signed up for the Church of Sulfur matchmaking activity, adorned himself with the finest of outfits-he-wore-every-day, and arrived half an hour before the date was set to start. The earliest striker gets the first meal, as everyone knows....