We ate a fancy dinner, he pretended to understand my research, we got lost in a corn maze, and I anthropomorphized some pumpkins we picked. And shopped. And poked Pip.
I have a tendency to faint when confronted with unexpected volumes of blood. Also, I’m very sympathetic. (To be fair, I did ask if he was okay. And recommended a tetanus booster.)
We spent most of our weekend in the French Quarter being tourists. We went out to dinner, got cocktails, watched a movie, went on a jazz tour, and were generally as useful as the resident cat at Preservation Hall.