"All of it is so good, it would be unfair of me to just pick and choose," Fred pointed out. "I'm doing your wallet a favor." The wallet of stuffy parents on the other hand... well, that was up for negotiation.
"I look forward to your notes." Fred's eyes sharpened. "And perhaps we can collaborate."
A finger traced over the smooth surface of the gobstone. This was a wicked use for them. Communication devices. He wondered if there was any way to mass market such an idea. Of course, he would have to ask Eileen. There were manners to be observed when it came to intellectual property.