she's a silver lining,

my landlords are wizards

I had just gotten home from work, and was standing at the sink wondering what in the world I was going to have for my underwhelming dinner, when my landlord knocked on my door with a steak dinner. For me. So I ate it and it was delicious, of course.

Landlord…I don’t think there is a more antiquated word on this planet. Does that mean I am a serf? A lowly, renting peasant?