Now I notice that JV also previewed Ports of Call in Night Lamp. I quote (page 212 of the Tor hardcover edition):
"Maihac took up his tale. 'Before arriving at Nilo-May, Gaing and I had enjoyed a pleasant life, drifting among the stars without a schedule, wherever the chances of a cargo took us. At every port we found odd new colors, strange smells, new combinations of sounds, surprising flora and fauna as well as human-folk with unfamiliar habits. We learned the techniques of dealing with merchants who knew tricks so ingenious that it was a pleasure to be cheated. We heard dialects so broad that we could barely understand them. Vigilance was always a good idea, for the sake of both profit and survival. The most flagrant dangers more often than not we brought on ourselves, by gambling at games we never quite understood, or showing too much interest in the innkeeper's daughter.'
Has anyone else noticed other examples of Vancean acorns that grew into oaks?