The young man was about to give Ithi'ka an earful about how he had jumped, and how it was terribly mundane to call what he did that, but he was wrought from his vivacity by Sam's unusual request.<br/><br/>"You have got to be kidding me," he said, finding himself the possessor of a silent image schema.  Garrett looked over the magic item, shook it, pressed his ear against it, and then looked back at Sam.<br/><br/>"You're taking advantage of my good nature."  He groaned.   "Do you think I could add a bit of pizass to the dinosaur?  Maybe a harem of big-breasted women wearing nothing but smiles?"