Mmm....I guess I should be clearer, then, shouldn't I? Ah well.

[Will he ever be clear about anything? Oooo what a mystery.

Solomon pushes open the nearby window, letting the fresh air in, sunlight hit the mess at the bottom of the pan. Specks of unusual reflected color dance against the window frame.]

No, I meant more at home. You have the pleasure of being the first in this manor, I'm afraid.