"This one was Sagramore's idea--he knows I love nothing more than to learn a new skill." His eyes shine with delight at the chance to speak well of Sagramore. "I'll find out whether there are any Hungarian cheeses, and learn to make them. A part of him is rooted there, although I think he was often unhappy in Hungary; I want nothing more than to nourish that root until it blooms into something joyous." They head into the kitchen, where Laertes takes down the cezve and starts preparing the other coffee things.