"Yes, the flames you're seeing follow a certain pattern," Igor patiently explained to Kadi.
"Pattern?" Kadi was always astounded by Igor's explanations. To him, Igor's explanations were like reprimands from that old fellow Kevin—things he could only listen to. Kadi would usually let it go in one ear and out the other, forgetting it immediately.
"Yes, a pattern. The kind where, by observing what's happening now, we can predict what comes next."
"Oh, so that's how it is." Kadi chuckled. He had grown accustomed to Igor's lengthy lectures.
"Next, I'm going to calculate the frequency of this swamp's 'breathing'," Igor announced, clapping his hands, which were still greasy from the grilled fish.
"Oh, do you need any help from me?" Kadi hastily asked, afraid he would miss something. Truth be told, despite not having missed anything so far, he hadn't actually contributed to the progress of matters at all.
