Do I have any sisters? Just the one. And let me tell you, that’s Plenty.
No, you don’t understand – that’s her name. Plenty. It’s a joke.
Yes you do, with the upturned horn, and the presents, and all that fruit?
That’s right, Plenty!
Thought you would.
Yes, Plenty and Plethora.
We’re Greek, you see.
Well that’s very sweet of you, I’m sure, but you wouldn’t say that if you met her.
She just makes people feel completely – satisfied, somehow.
Me? People say I’m complicated. Excessive. Too much to handle. Unnecess-
No no, that’s fine. Story of my life.