"Well," Seatan huffed, "If you can't think of anything else, I know what you can do." Seatan walked over to a window, through which you could see what looked like an orchard, and on the trees there appeared to be apples. "I've got to pick my apples before the go too ripe, and you seem just like a lad who could scrabble up the trees to pick them all. What do you say?" he asked the stranger.