Several times a month, when I'm reading a book I'll turn to Robert and ask him to guess a name in the book, such as:
-- The governess
-- The barmaid
-- The woman who was accidentally shot by a stray bullet
-- The brother's high school sweetheart who moved to Australia 20 years ago
-- The ex-coworker who is loaning the protagonist her car
-- The ancestor whose forbidding portrait hangs over the formal dining room
-- The girl's invisible friend
-- The old lady's pet parrot
So today I hold up my book to Robert and say, "It's the year 1715. What is the name of the smuggler's boat?"
He looks at me.
It's like talking to a cat. (A dog would be more enthusiastic. A rabbit would just rotate an ear to monitor the sounds for signs of danger or impending food.)
I will leave figuring out this answer as an exercise for the reader.
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