[While K won't see, Jet might have a view of Martin blushing as he listens. Wordsworth!]

Oh... oh, that's lovely! [Don't sound like too much of a fanboy. Dont.] I haven't heard that poem in ages. I can't remember all of it, but...

Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,
Lethe's weed and Hermes' feather;
Come to-day, and come to-morrow,
I do love you both together!
I love to mark sad faces in fair weather;
And hear a merry laugh amid the thunder;
Fair and foul I love together.

Let me see; and let me write
Of the day, and of the night –
Both together: – let me slake
All my thirst for sweet heart-ache!
Let my bower be of yew,
Interwreath’d with myrtles new;
Pines and lime-trees full in bloom,
And my couch a low grass-tomb.

[There's a solid bit of that poem he's missing in the middle, but it's a lot of words, and he's not like Jon, able to spout them all out on the spot. His recitation is a bit halting, as well, but it feels like he should give K something back for such a lovely 'reading.']

Right, but. Right. Okay. You're out and about. Cool! Who's the person you're meeting with?