a.k.a. Osmo

She loves Ursus like she loves breathing. except on a much higher level of consciousness. Actually, it’s more like chocolate or Bowdoin granola or something — She could probably live without it, but there wouldn’t be much point. She also like books and oceans and travels and writing letters on actual paper and stuff like that. With a voice like butter, Margaret could sing even the most aggravated of rabid raccoons to sleep.