Samson shook his head as he realized what they were carrying. Persephone leaned forward inquiringly, as the pair set the bucket on the table.
"Mind if I retire to your room while they spark the festivities?"
"What is that Samson?"
"That is a 'Saffron Pot'. It is the newest 'party' rage up in the light. It was going strong down here years before I arrived." Persephone looked back at Samson as he continued, "it is supposed to be a 'mild euphoric high, that makes everything feel good, delivered in several sizes and burned like an incense candle, in order to permeate and enhance the room's ambiance'."
"You sound like an advertisement. I never pegged you for the marketing guru."
"I'm not; I have a good memory and an inquisitive nature. I asked about it while on assignment and was dir
