Buck just lumbered upstairs in a gray bath robe and my beloved said he looked like Gandalf. I was eating my breakfast while they bantered behind me.
They both started riffing on the Gandalf thing, with my wife saying, “You’re a mayar. You’re basically an angel with magical powers.”
Buck chuckled, “What more can anyone ask for?”
I started furiously chewing, desperate not to miss my moment. I could feel the conversation teetering away from my perfect shining opportunity.
I swallowed and triumphantly shrieked:
They both paused and then busted up. “Yeah. That’s true.”