Clever conversations

I must say, I have few friends I enjoy as much as my clever, witty and uber intelligent friend Victoria. And it's not often that I actually have a chance to be clever and witty back-- at least witty enough to get an appreciative chuckle. So, imagine my delight at the response I received from the following email conversation:
 
Victoria:

.........Dreamt about you last night. Why were you flying to Antartica: please explain.


Me:


Antarctica, eh? Well, I wasn't going to reveal this quite yet but I actually have a secret seed storage attached to a network of

Tungsten-coated igloos in case the end times come. Each igloo is fully loaded with subterranean panic rooms and rice cookers. Because, you know, you could always cook a seed in a rice cooker. Also there's parrot bodyguards because, much like the MockingJay in the Hunger Games, parrots can say anything so intruders could be easily distracted whilst we flee to our respective panic rooms. But no cats, because cats typically don't care about my joy, and that is a very important component of survival.

 

I think the recent Blood Moon must have channeled my secret psychically to you, but only after I took multiple homeopathic remedies. They must have opened me up, psychically, that is.

 

Understand now?

 

Victoria:

 

HAHAHAHAHA! You are killing me! Tungsten…seed storage…parrots…cats/joy…….HOMEOPATHY!!