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You and your mom both have loved tulips since you were little.

You have certainly earned the right to drink froo-froo creamer in your coffee if you so desire.

I had forgotten that incident with the letter.

As patriarch, impartial judge and poker-prodder-instigator, I hereby declare that Benjamin has met, if not surpassed the double-dog-dare and herewith has equal bragging rights with Lydia.

Mom said you're going to be sick. She also said she already likes Lydia.

Well, son, I'm proud of you for mannin' up to this challenge. I mean, a double-dog dare is a double-dog dare. If the worst happens, don't worry about your blog. I'll go ahead and kill off all of your characters in some novel fashion. Maybe there will be a plague or pestilence across the land and even though they all stay in, they still all catch it and somehow die. I guess that means you better survive.

Probably. Although his home soil is more suited for it. I think. I've never studied the difference between the soils, but can the soil in Idaho be that much different than here? Again, I don't know.

Interesting idea. I hope it goes well. I'm sure and that Turlough O'Hagan himself would be proud.

Hmmm...Could it be??? Never mind, well, for a moment a chill went up my spine and I had an image of the Alchemist in my mind. I need to go back and re-read the whole story from the beginning. Or it could be indigestion. Or it could be a nightmare, induced by imagining a pile of your socks being somewhere...the smell! The stench!

I didn't know what Savannah was talking about. That was weird.