I spent last weekend acquainting Rachel with the vegetation she had previously seen only as pulp after trampling. She was initially bored and unconcerned with the differences between various plants, as all her life she'd simply seen them as fuel. After a few days, however, she became amazed by all of the variety she'd been missing, and she got into the process. It was an exercise in nostalgia for me, as I was a straight-A Forager up until I discovered my true insectivore identity.
I picked up signals of discomfort from Fenton, which I initially thought was due to my spending time with Rachel. However, I soon realized that it was from my spending time with botany. I had to reassure him that I wasn't returning to a plant-based diet, and after all, he shouldn't worry about it affecting us since our relationship first blossomed when I was eating plants.
He did wince when I said "blossomed."
Speaking of food, there's a dust-up going on back home over where to hold the Thanksgiving dinner. The grandmothers have chosen that decision as their latest battlefield, so who knows what I'm going to walk in on when I return on Wednesday.
