Scrabbled

*Zachary* quickly thumbed through the dictionary. "*You've* got to be joking! '*Xenogamy*' isn't a word."

"*What* do you mean it 'isn't a word'? *Valarie's* face reddened. "*Unfortunately* for you, you're wrong."

"*Transfer* pollen," he said earmarking the page. "*So* it is a word."

"*Ralph* Waldo Emerson said," she continued. "*Quoting* him as best as I can remember - '*Peace* cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding.'"

"*Okay*? *Now* what does that have to do with anything?"

"*Maybe* you should sit down while I explain."

"*Listen*," he said anxiously, "I think you're making a bigger deal out of this..."

"*Keep* yourself calm, Zac."

"*Just* say it! *Insisting* I sit is stupid!" *His* eyes grew large. *Going* into the den, he sat the dictionary on a shelf. "*For* gods sake, spit it out!"

"*Even* still, I think you should..."

"*Darn* it, Val! *Can't* you just say it? *Besides,* we both know it."

"*Alright* then, Mr. Von Alphabetische, you've been Scrabbled."