Ian immediately jumps up to take me on a tour and is already talking all about his irrigation system before we leave the house. My guard overhears our conversation as we enter the kitchen and when I tell him we're headed to the greenhouse he says he'll watch me from the window.
I let Ian keep talking my ear off until we get inside the greenhouse, which is about fifty feet to the side of the house.
"Ian, I'm going to have to cut you off," I say. "I'm sorry. I'm genuinly interested in your irrigation system and I love gardening but I have some more important things I need to discuss and I don't know anyone else to ask."
"Ok," he says, slightly skeptical.
"Do you have any ideas on how to get messages back and forth with people from the nearby human town?"
"Ahh, I see," he says. He walks
