I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are those doto.

These are the seeds of two different legume species.

I was just admiring the immense variation that can be found in the family farm.

Here we have the common white clover trifold yam ribbons.

And here is the somewhat more exotic seed of the monkey ladder vine.

And Gus, my dear friend garbanzo actually lent it to me some time ago, but I never got the chance to return it before we parted ways.

Would this God Bonzo, be garbanzo?

Gordon?

Indeed.

I was giving a talk on Central American legumes, and he lent it to me as an example specimen.

But he had to depart suddenly.

And I have not had the good fortune to cross paths with him since.

This is the same fellow with all that flatulence folding business.

Yes.

Yes.

I believe he calls it bean bending.

We are colleagues in a sense.

Oh, is that right?

Garbanzo has a great mind for legumes in general, but he's particularly fond of rabbinic pseudo acacia.

I'm sorry.

Rabbinic, not rabbinic.

Pseudo acacia.

The black locust.

You speak of a plague.

Oh, no.

No.

The black locust is a legume ministry.

It is one of the hardest woods native to North America and one of the fastest growing.

Actually, that is a stand of them right over there.

Is it now?

And the wood is hard, you say?

Very.

How do you think it would hold up as a magical staff.

That I cannot say, but I believe it was a favorite wood for making archery bows by the Cherokee tribe of North America.

If Garbanzo Gordon was here he would be the one to ask.

My depth of knowledge about the black locust cannot compare to his.

Could I take a closer look at that seed of his?

Oh, of course.

My.

Yes.

Quite lovely.

And you said this is of great value to him.

Sentimentally, I think he found it on a beach when he was a child.

They are commonly called sweethearts because they often wash up on beaches.

He said it is what sparked his interest in legumes.

Fantastic.

Well, I'd be happy to return it to him for you.

But how would you do that?

Objects of great sentimental value to an individual can act as something of a beacon to them.

Socially speaking.

I did not know this.

Hey, Mr..

Your pet stag beetle escaped again.

Oh, crafty Cornelius, your little Houdini.

Thank you.

Gene.

Right.

Back in a jiffy.

Oh, wait.

Oh, no.

What's wrong?

Amanda Glenn has gone to return something to Garbanzo Gordon for me.

But garbanzo only knows me by my Legume League moniker.

Wait, you know Garbanzo Gordon?

Yes.

He is a fellow member of the Legume League, of which I am the chair.

Upon acceptance, every member is given a Monica that they use exclusively amongst other members of the league.

Oh, so Garbanzo Gordon is a moniker, correct?

We do not know each other's real names.

Right?

What's your moniker?

I am called Fava Fantasy.

You know it.

Okay.

See you next week.

Michele.

Great job today, by the way.

Oh, wow.

Claudia.

What's up girl?

Do you see the show?

Oh thank you baby.

Baby.

So are we going to the bean barn tonight or the Post Palace?

No, not the Cannellini Castle again.

Because there kidney bean cupcakes are super dry and their aquafaba tastes like sewage.

Pardon me, are you got Bonzo Gordon?

Oh my God, Claudia, an orange crazy person just appeared out of nowhere.

I'm going to FaceTime you so if anything happens to me, you can be a witness.

Okay.

Hey, man, I just want to let you know you're being FaceTimed right now, okay?

So let's just keep everything super mellow and super chill, all right?

What's FaceTime?

Look, I'm happy to give you an autograph, but I just got done filming a bending class, and I am way too sweaty for selfies right now.

What's a selfie here?

Do you want me to sign your walking stick?

Oh, a sorcerer stuff is no walking stick.

Okay.

Hey.

It's okay.

We can call it whatever you want.

All right.

Would you like me to sign your staff?

Are you mad?

This is not some trifling piece of flotsam to be scribbled on by common mortals.

I'm sorry.

Could we go back real quick?

Sir, do you believe you are a sorcerer?

Indeed.

I am mender Glen the sorcerer.

And I am a friend of your colleague.

Doctor.

Scientist.

Okay, garbanzo, you got to get out of there.

This man is loco.

No, I said my name is mender Glen.

How did you get loco from that?

Look, Mindy.

Glen.

Is it?

I've never worked with any doctor scientists, but I've got to go, so I'm just going to give you one of these new headshots that I just got developed and sign it for you.

And here you go.

Oh, no.

Thank you.

I've no interest in possessing your portrait.

Oh.

Well, then what do you want?

I've come to give you this.

Hey, who am I?

No!

Garbanzo.

No, wait.

Sorry, Cornelius, get back here!

Oh my God, what was that thing?

I have no idea.

Oh my God, where are my keys?

This is for you from your colleague paper.

Certain keys.

What?

What happened?

Claudia, I'm going to have to call you back.

What?

No, you can't be.

Wait.

Madeline, where did you get this?

Oh, for the umpteenth time, doctor.

Scientist.

He said you were colleagues of some kind.

Father.

Fun to see.

What?

His Legume League moniker.

I've no idea what your babbling about.

Could.

Could you take me to see this?

Data scientists who garbanzo.

Gordon.

Father.

Fun to see.

Oh!

Oh, my.

Whoa!

Sorry, I forgot to warn you.

Your legs might be a bit noodly after a sorcery swing.

Especially when of that distance.

Oh.

It's okay.

Really?

It's so good to see you, father.

And thank you for keeping this safe for so long.

But of course, I am sorry I was unable to return it sooner.

I would not have trusted such a possession to a regular mail service, so I had to wait until now.

I am so glad to see you, my friend.

We have so much to catch up on.

Oh, by the way, this is Jeanne, and you have already met Madeline.

Yes.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Oh, you as well.

And welcome to Biraland.

What's biraland?

Oh my God.

Oh, this is braiden.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

Brendan here is a big fan of yours.

The biggest.

Oh well thank you Braden.

No thank you.

No one else has had such a profound effect on my bowels.

That's a really weird thing to tell someone.

Wow.

That is, like, the biggest compliment anyone could ever give me.

Never mind.

My gosh, it is gorgeous out here.

Oh, and the air's so fresh.

This cannot still be LA right?

Where the heck are we in Santa Barbara?

Vermont.

What?

Like the state?

Vermont?

Yes.

Oh my God.

I'll have to see if Claudia can feed my cats.

Garbanzo, might you be willing to expound on the properties of a certain leguminous tree?

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

Wonderful.

Right this way.

Behold.

Row beneath.