me: . . . .?
L.: we got back from thanksgiving and found a tree planted out front
me: by a mysterious force?
or do we know by whom?
L.: fairmount park commision
we had applied last year to get a tree planted, heard nothing. spring came and went and no tree, so we figured our letter got lost in the mail
L.: tree was a surprise as well, i can’t think of anyone who would plant a tree after there had been snow in the air
me: that’s pretty awesome
L.: i just hope it doesn’t die
me: to make sure it doesn’t die, you should wassail it.
L.: i think my singing at the tree might encourage its suicide
me: there’s also something about bread and wool too i think
i did it once
L.: i think the tree spirits would be more inclined to listen to you than to me. also its not an apple tree
they still want attention
you could try hugs?
L.: …you are just trying to make my neighbors think i’m all sorts of “special” aren’t you?
me: when your tree dies i’ll do the i told you so dance ;p
L.: when my tree dies it will because it was planted in the wrong damn season
Later . . .
L.: woot! i think i finally perfected the way i have to do things
/me is now happy and should make progress quickly?
me: . . .yes.
the tree said so.
it will be a quick way to determine if your new tree is a liar or not.
L.: you have a telepathic bond with my tree?
me: not yet.
but it im’ed me.
Tree: Tell Lisa progress will go well.
Me: How do I know if I can believe you, Tree?
Tree: Would a tree lie?
Me: . . . no?
Now it has an away message up about how it just leveled up in his game.
I didn’t think to ask which one.
L.: …its like a combination between the kite eating tree and hobbes