[ Wasn't that just a fun town meeting?? In the evening, when everyone's filtered back in to go to bed, Bibi clanks a hairbrush against her horribly lopsided bedside table. This is her asking for attention. AHEM. ]

Soooo... I figure we should probably make a house rule in addition to whatever that self-deluded Sheriff lady is imposing on us.

I propose the following: If you gotta murder, no murdering in the house. I don't trust any of you to be tidy with it and I don't want things to get nasty.