[Calm, achingly calm] Sure, I'd swear like a damn sailor. All I've got is second-hand messages too. But I figure there's two ways to feel about it. Get riled up and get nowhere or sit tight and wait it out. Either way there's nothing much to get, and getting angry is no fun at all. Get yourself your greenery, Blossom, and try not worrying. Peanut's indestructible. You could drop her off a bridge rolled up in a carpet and she'd be there the next day, awful and mad as before.