"Why, show you what?"
"Create something."
"You mean," Robin said, disappointed, "you actually can't?"
"Just go ahead and create something."
Robin shrugged. "What would you like?"
Glaudot thought for a moment. "A piano!" he said suddenly. "How about a piano?" It was complicated enough, he thought. "And while you're at it, how about telling me how come everyone speaks English—or tries to speak English around here?"
Robin frowned. "Is there some other way of speaking?"
Glaudot also frowned. That line of thought wouldn't get him anywhere. "O.K.," he said. "One piano coming up?"
"All right," Robin said.
Glaudot blinked. The pretty girl hadn't moved. She hadn't even changed her facial expression. But a parlor grand piano stood on the rock before them.