i would dearly like some quail eggs. hard boiled to go into sweet mee kia birthday noodles, and to crack raw into dipping sauces. my mother says she remembers an occasion when she put down two bowls of noodle soup full of quail eggs and went back to the kitchen to do something else and told me to start first. soon she heard me ask if i could have her quail eggs and she called back yes. when she came back later she found i had eaten not one or two but all of her quail eggs and mine as well. i don't believe her because i'm such an unselfish, reasonable, not-greedy child, as you all well know. this is obviously slanderous, like poach telling me she asked me for my phone number when we first met and i wrote it down in base seven or something and said, work it out and call me. i ask you, does this sound like something the friendly, sweet and very mathophobic minzhi would do? for one thing, i am sure i wouldn't have known how to convert a string of numbers to base anything.