“Do they have names?” I asked, fascinated. “Of course not. They are trees, Felisia,” Marigold said, shaking her head at me. “Oh, right,” I breathed. “So how does it all…work?” “Lots of grinding,” she said. “And my oak has a particular notch at just the right height for penetra-” “I think we should all respect Marigold’s privacy,” Ren said quickly. “But er, I’m happy for you.”
I can not!!
