[Padparadscha's voice is immediately recognizable to the Fool, whose expression lightens some with pleased recognition to discover who it is he's speaking to. He takes in the bright light pouring its warm energy across the planted seedlings, then looks to his new friend again.]

Yes, [he replies, smile growing a touch wry,] I believe you and I spoke via our yimos about gems. You were quite curious about the memory stones from my world.

[He gestures to himself.] I am called the Fool. What shall I call you?