Okay? [His eyes light up like lampposts in the dark alleyway, smiling exuberantly at the opportunity to teach. What kind of an education do these strange children have, he briefly wonders. And even more intriguing--who has taught them?] My boy, art is a window into the very world around us; a mirror into culture and history, the very essence of the mind and soul. It is what helps us to learn and to understand.

[He slowly lowers himself to sitting on an upturned crate alongside one of the buildings' crumbling brickwork walls, just out of the rain.]

Whoever named you must have a very deep appreciation.

[Hopefully, they will satisfy his curiosity as to who that person is. A human? No, most certainty not. Another creature? It's all too interesting to bottle his curiosity completely.]