The Spirit of Cacao suddenly lost all interest in Celts, Romans, Egyptians, or his fellow denizens of the Americas.

No, he was smitten, it seemed, by an apparition which manifested simply as a bar of chocolate. It spoke in terms of recipes for this chocolate. Intruiged, he had to know more. Nothing else mattered, for here he was, blown away by his own essence seen in that of a kindred Cacao spirit.

For, after all, he knew now that he was Not Alone, not the only Spirit doomed to leave dark brown smears on bar countertops when the temperature rose.