Ah, he'd taken up the distraction, thank goodness. Maya had only just realized she'd been projecting her deep-rooted feelings for her husband onto Landel, and it would have been an utter embarrassment to admit it if he'd asked, not least because it would mean admitting she actually thought of her husband once in a while. ...Hm.

But never mind that; approaching her current interlocutor was as much for the sake of distracting her from her own thoughts, so she did her best to engage the subject. Food deities weren't uncommon, she didn't think; there was one that was popular with Rennaissance painters—

—Lollipops. "Lollipops?" she echoed. "Essential to his sleuthing, I suppose?" Or simply an eccentricity of his? Maya had never heard of that saint before.