Delta greets each in turn, complimenting small things about their appearance or bearing, or even their lives if he has heard tell of them before, and soon he has most of the group seated and drinks being served out before he turns his attention back to Maine.

"You mean to tell me that people in this land make treats out of chocolate? We only make drinks out of it. Well, that and eat the bars of it, sweetened of course and made into little squares."