Looking for poppies

Gazing at the vase of tulips on our coffee table:

Lisa: “They’re so red and gorgeous. Do tulips look like poppies?”

Mike: “Yeah, a little. Wait…” (opening his computer, pulling up pictures from Afghanistan, and flicking through them rapidly). “I have photos of poppies in here.”

Lisa (spying one of Mike, dressed in Afghan garb, grinning broadly, and hanging upside down off the barrel of a tank): “Awww, look at you. You look like a lost militant, looking for a war.”

Mike: “And instead, I found you.”