The girl, if we may use the term for a woman of twenty-something, blinks in astonishment as she attempts to parse Gariland's flowing eloquence.<br/><br/>"Oh," she says at last.  "Well, you could try your luck at the Cooking Contest.  That's the easiest job there is around here."<br/><br/>She raises an eyebrow and grins at his toga.<br/><br/>"Prize is a thousand terces, every year.  That'd keep you in sheets for a while."