Pygmalion Unusual? I agree. I understand her story brought you here. No doubt you've heard how Aphrodite saw my statue then returned with gifts, yes, six: five senses and that last and special blessing, speech. She tends — — but that's unfair, we‘ll let it pass — she may have heard enough of silence — days, no, soundless years that only ended when the Goddess breathed her into speaking. She is catching up though, quickly too. But please sit down, that bench, some wine? She’ll be nearby talking down a friend or two. Would you excuse me now? I must get on. I try to make the most of quiet times, they're rare enough. You’ll not wait long I promise. She'll be back, you mark my words — and soon.