Kevin tells me that if the art thing doesn't work out, I may have a future in motivational speaking, at least to architecture. The rest of the party informs me that I am not allowed to have a pet door, unless I find a very small one--a pygmy door, perhaps even a teacup door.
Then we fought dust devils and apparently all nearly died, although we didn't actually realize it at the time. ("Pfff, four hit points! I can still kick ass on four hit points!")
*This is why I took all that Diplomacy. The initial roll wasn't great, but he gave it to me anyway for the speech.