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*braves the rain to dash to the beach*

The bottle's back!

*wipes it dry, uncorks it as I run back to shelter*

*unrolls new note gleefully*

"too hot to cook, I already tried
and now my dear, I'm utterly fried;
for cooler climes I'm on the lam
so ask someone else for biscuits and jam"

Well!

It's too hot to cook here, too *sigh* out it goes again.

*re-rolls original message, pops it into bottle, corks it*

*runs down to beach, tosses it into the waves, runs back to shelter*

*settles back to wait*