"When it is the season, as they say," do they say that, Themis? Do they really? He carries on as if they do, regardless. "Have you more sweet or more tart tasting apples? I am bond of both varieties, myself, but you already know this."

A choice to be made. Themis does give it some thought, and ultimately is itching to work directly with his hands for the time being.

"The dough, I believe. With my piano yet unfinished, my hands and fingers are lacking in things to do."