“Thanks for the food. I’ve got some physics to do.” I said.

“Do you feel that Dr. Peterson prepared you for physics?” My mother spontaneously asked.

“No. I did learn a lot about alcohol from his class, however.”

“Do you know what I fantasize when I get angry?” she responded. “I imagine that I kidnap the irritator and then take them to Iceland, and force them to live there.”

“You do know that Greenland’s the cold one, right?”

“Oh, it’s not about the climate. No one I know speaks Icelandic, and therefore wouldn’t be able to get a job. Peterson would have a difficult time of getting beer. The economy’s in ruins and the culture isn’t a very hospitable one.”

“You’ve seriously over thought this.”