”We’ll do our best to avoid them,” Kit smiled.
The Welsh bowman had certainly avoided Kit. From what he’d heard, Kynan was busy trying to master the modern technology involved in living on a time terminal while taking on odd jobs to keep body and soul together.
”Just let me shower first,” Margo said with a grimace. “I stink.”
Kit laughed and headed for the showers himself.
Shortly they were back on the Commons, heading for the Delight. Urbs Romae was nearly deserted, as the major gates opening this week were in other parts of the station. A line had formed, of course, in front of the Epicurean Delight, but when Arley saw Kit and Margo standing outside, he waved them in.
”Hello, don’t stand out there, your table’s ready. Rachel tells me you’re healing well, young lady.”
Margo smiled ruefully. “Sven Bailey just proved that.”
Arley laughed. “You look tired and hungry. Would you like a menu or the House Specialty?”
”A menu!” Margo said hastily.
Kit grinned “Still upset about those eels?”
Margo managed to affect a wounded dignity despite her youth and state of fatigue.
Arley winked. “I think you’ll enjoy the Specialty tonight. Trust me.”
”Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” Margo asked as she settled into the chair Arley held for her. “All right, l’ll try it, whatever it is.”
”Kit?”
”Same for me.”
The Delight’s owner rubbed his hands. “Good. I’ll send out a bottle of something appropriate.”
The wine, when it arrived, was a clear red. “Well, at least it won’t be eels,” Kit remarked as the waiter poured