Peter Falk walks into the restaurant and seeing him alone in a booth, slides, without comment, into the seat opposite Robert Vaughn.

"If you are hungry, burn some toast." Eunjoo suggests, uncharacteristically. She only ever suggests that anyone eat soup and rice.

"Good if you're buying gold, not so good if you're buying flour." I have my hands in it after all– flour; not gold.

There is no need to define truth. Analogy is sufficient, indeed it is best. Mathematical allegory brings math to the masses.

I don't know the word for pain-killer, but I think this is what he said. "Like Aspirin?" I verify. "Or Tylenol." He corrects me. "Whatever." I say. "I won't need it."

"Sure. The bitterer, the betterer."

The students are a mixed of sheepish and annoyed as they sort through the papers, handing them to their owners, looking at their scores.

"Nutmeg." I repeat, perhaps a bit sheepishly. "That woman smelled like banana bread."