Thanks to Eliot’s astute trial and error of the local foliage, Hugh and I have succeeded in making some excellent dinoberry wine. Only available here on South Beach, where the sun is always shining and the dinosaurs party with you. Here’s proof:
[selfie of Loki and an iguanodon]
That’s my girl, Iggy, by the way.
We also taught the dodos to march single file on the beach. Completely useless, of course. But it’s a hoot.
MOBIUS:
So … Are you two ever coming out of that hut or were you eaten by a T-Rex? No judgment either way. But I’m not catching fish for slackers.