A beeping sound emanated from the planter behind Danny. Nonplussed, he turned around, and pulled his Blackberry from out of the soil. "Aha, your number. Got it."
Danny had listened with as much interest as he could muster, and now he attempted to summarize his feelings. "Right... You know, I can tell you the fifteen applications of the Flying Eagle Strike- and I learned that when I was twelve- but trying to understand my schedule is blowing my mind."