"I suppose I might as well order." She re-opened the menu and glanced at its contents. "I'll have the Salata Caprese and the sole in white wine sauce, if you please."<br/><br/>Mica waited until the waiter had gained a sufficient distance before returning to the previous issue. "I don't understand that part", she confessed. "Summer, winter or wild. What makes them so different? You say they defy generalizations, but no one does. Even chaos can be predicted if only by its absence of order." A little frown creased her smooth forehead. "All that on the premise that coincidence doesn't exist, of course, and even the most random choices have parameters."<br/><br/>In the following silence a slow and brightening smile curled the corners of her mouth upwards. "I'm intrigued." She said at last. "Amico, thank you for providing me with this wonderful puzzle. Do you intend on finding out more?"