Eirene shifts a bag of apples to her hip, treating it the exact same way she would a toddler, and points toward the pachyderm, engaging in another bartering session until the vendor throws up his hands and gestures to the statue.

"Go on, woman. Take it. I will have more next weekend when the shipment comes in from India." His English is heavily laced with a Greek accent.

She bows formally and collects her prize, hugging it to her chest. "Blessings of Zeus on you, sir."

"Come on, Clark. Lets go home before he changes his mind. And yes, I adore elephants."