Vlad asks if Trellanstone is sentient. Morrolan says, "How could it be sentient?" "You're right. Stupid question." Morrolan misses the irony but Aliera smirks. And me--I can't figure out what Vlad thinks she should be smirking about. Does anyone know? Max -- I die! I mis-remember my friend's telephone number and dial into a hydroelectric dam's power line, electrocuting myself. My roommates mistake my flailing spasms for sign language, coincidentally describing a delicious recipe for fried tungsten with petroleum jelly. They try the recipe. All die! O, the embarassment.