She was already imagining it, smiling at the mental images of the deep Chinese mountains and monks, young and old, walking in their prayer lines, reciting mantras and speaking to the earth below them and sky above them. It was positively beautiful in her mind. But when he apologized, she pouted, "And you should more often! You speak about the most interesting things. Keep telling me," she asked, putting her hand on his knee, squeezing softly.