"Ah," Zacharias said in a voice of sudden understanding. "You're a Seer." Who else would have 'visions'? And who else would walk along in a trance? Thinking about artichokes?
"Maybe you're havbing a vision of your supper," he suggested with a wry sort of amusement. And then he cast his shoulders in a shrug. "Well, don't worry about it. I can buy new oil. No harm, no foul."