That's certainly not something you hear every day. Lucky the Doc questioned him further. Great chapter.

Mountain Oysters on the half shell. Yumm!

Thank you for your warning of things to come through the chaper's title. Our sensibilities may have been assaulted a bit with the description of various forms of the herpes virus, ram castration, exsanguination, and pig latin, but your exchange among Doc, Morwenna and Eddie Tars was so well-written that we barely noticed the need for an antiemetic.

This is filled with all the gory stuff, and I fear Martin will gag, along with Morwenna in the next installment. Nice blending of legends and plays.

I have now re-read this chapter, weeks later, because I remember liking it so much. Every simple question distracting Martin all to pieces. Wonderful and fun!

Nice chapter, let's hope the Doc took some of the unwanted advice on board.

The lowly dandelion is woven into many of these stories and your words show the poignant reason why. This brilliant yellow thread in your tapestry does not dominate but can't be missed.
I wonder if Martin could taken Louisa's lead and express some of his deep feelings in writing. Some of us do better writing than talking. Good work!

Martin is inspired by the poetic note from Louisa as well as the humble Taraxacum officinale and its memory of their fateful evening at the concert. Perhaps Mr. Trewalla has reached a sentimental bone in our Doc.

So the old codger may give good advice? Now will Martin listen?

Nice chapter!

Nice finish, very funny. Great chapter.

I am a bit bodmin. I posted my review for this chapter to Big Bad World. We need some winter here in Georgia to sharpen the senses. My fellow reviewers have reflected so well on this chapter. I will just say how well I feel this is written. I like the fact that most DM FF authors allow us to savor rather than rush the story. Thank you. Ship us some snow Snowsie.

What a well-written chapter that flows from the language of surfers, to that of whingers, babies and medicine. Ending with the conversation between Martin and the native Cornish speaker was great. I loved Martin's reaction to his reflection in the shop window

Martin has been exposed to many forms of communication, but what progress in the program that may finally allow him to speak with Louisa in a loving way?

Nice chapter as his telegraphic thoughts always see the world far too analytically.

And I would not call him 'cordial' at all! I looked it up!

I think probably the app would have accepted "blue-green" or "green blue," but, failing that, just "green." However, to quote from Wikipedia:

"Hazel eyes often appear to shift in color from a brown to a green. Although hazel mostly consists of brown and green, the dominant color in the eye can either be brown/gold or green. This is how many people mistake hazel eyes to be amber and vice versa."

If only Martin and Louisa could delve into Buddhism and find a middle way in their relationship. Martin has so clearly identified his feelings for Louisa with your skilled writing. Now he must be pulled away from his fascination with the technology to a real live woman who might reciprocate in kind. I am not sure if this was your intent, but you describe well the contemporary trend to hide behind technology via emails and texts and other apps rather than actually talk with someone directly. Technology has its place, but so does talk.