Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

cadeau imparted some clever ways to deal with his conundrum; ingram apprised her with a surprised but approving glance. she was clearly sharp -- he would have never in a million years have considered either of those work-arounds.

pleased his deadpan disbelief was met with a giggle, ingram smiled, his tail waving behind him. he would have to keep an eye out on these so-called fat flowers. ingram couldn't suggest an alternative name for them, since he hadn't seen them before, but he laughed at the idea of fat and professional strung along in the same sentence.

"you've been a huge help," ingram mused suddenly, glancing from the flowery bundle to the female. he realized he had not offered his own name, for he had been so wrapped up in trying to remember all the knowledge she generously imparted. "i'm ingram."