He wished her the best of luck with that. He had found passingly little on his homeland in this version of the world, though most people understood who he meant when he mentioned a calendar that revolved around a crucifixion.

"A unicorn," he said with a nod of familiarity. "And a flower in a pot, though I am not certain that I could count that as 'waking up.' I was, appropriately enough a--" The final song played, signaling their date was over. "A hyacinth," he finished with a sigh. "'Twas my pleasure to meet you, fair Maria."