Forty-Seventh Journal Entry

[puzzledprof]

I think I'm finally over that nasty cold I've had. You've done an excellent job caring for me, Luke, thank you

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[proudapprentice]

I'm glad you're feeling better, Professor!

I guess they are.... maybe the scientists didn't have enough seeds to give everybody the same plant?

[puzzledprof]

Ha ha, so am I, my boy.

Perhaps that's it. It is a little odd, though.... Last year, we got seeds as well, but they were all the same type.

[proudapprentice]

Really? What kind?

[puzzledprof]

A rather hardy tree. They produce fruit in the spring; I believe there are a few on the roof of the high school.

[medanmyboy]

I'm happy to hear that you're well again, Professor. I sent your gifts...haven you opened them yet?

[puzzledprof]

Thank you, Mr. Winterstorm.

I'm afraid not -- I'll have to ask Luke where they are. I've spent most of the past week or so asleep, I'm afraid.

But speaking of which, did mine ever get to you?

[medanmyboy]

Aha...I hope you like it when you find it, then.

And yes. Yes, it did.

[He's squeezing it right now. :3]

Thank you, Professor. It's...thank you.

[puzzledprof]

You could just tell me what it is, you know. Unless you don't want to ruin the surprise.

I'm glad you like it.