I’m on the phone with Eric and I ask him to tell Kristine, his sister and my old roommate, that I made use of some of her herpetology background while in Florida.
“Oh?” Eric said, jumping to the immediate Hoffmann conclusion. “Did you bring home a new pet?”
“Close. We passed a big mud puddle, and so I talked to Harold about vernal pools for the next mile and a half!”
“Did he drive faster to make our lecture go by faster?”
“No, we were walking. Turns out, I learned quite a lot about vernal pools from Kristine.”