Jonsee delivers straw in the family business. It's a boring job until she meets a certain Thatcher. Excerpt: they all look at me in shock. "You don't have internet?!?!" they all chorus in disbelief. I shake my head. "The straw business doesn't pay much." I say. Troye grabs me by the Arm. "We are having some serious tumblr time" He say's pulling me over to the couch, and towards his laptop.