I could give him my life's story- there's certainly material enough there to make at least five books- not including the blight business.

[ If he can joke about that- he's well settled in his skin. Though he finds himself oddly reluctant to uncurl from Bull's side just yet, too comfortable. He ought to examine the thought. Later, perhaps. ]

They truly would not know what to do when faced with your like. It would be something to see.