A conversation overheard recently at the Tea Adventurers' Guild:
"My dear, you really must tell me where you have been the last two months and where you got this delicious spiced tea."
"My old friend, I alas cannot tell you where I have been, for numerous vows forbid it. However, I can tell you that I acquired this tea from a masked man as a most excellent festival."
"Who was this mysterious man and what festival is this festival of which you speak?"
"The man's name I could not tell you, for he was not forthcoming with it. The festival, however, was the festival of Saturnalia, to honor the Roman god, Saturn."
"Ah, yes, Saturn, which one was he?"
"Well, in this case, he was the god of seed and sowing."
"Of course. I have never been able to keep all the Roman gods straight."
"It's easier once you've met them."
"Yes, I suppose it would be. Wait--what?!"
"My old friend, I alas cannot tell you where I have been, for numerous vows forbid it. However, I can tell you that I acquired this tea from a masked man as a most excellent festival."
"Who was this mysterious man and what festival is this festival of which you speak?"
"The man's name I could not tell you, for he was not forthcoming with it. The festival, however, was the festival of Saturnalia, to honor the Roman god, Saturn."
"Ah, yes, Saturn, which one was he?"
"Well, in this case, he was the god of seed and sowing."
"Of course. I have never been able to keep all the Roman gods straight."
"It's easier once you've met them."
"Yes, I suppose it would be. Wait--what?!"
