Joly smiles warmly. "That sounds fair; a very practical share of tasks. You've a fine practical turn of mind." He touches Autor's shoulder once more, in promise to both of them, and moves away, sure now that Autor will speak up if he needs to.

Joly nods to the speakers. "You direct, I'll move?"

There's plenty of work still to do, but it goes quickly between them. The result, some time later, may not be the finest theater the Universe has ever seen; but Joly at least has never seen one better lit or heard one with better sound.