There. Lesgle pulls over one of the room's hideous small tables and spreads out lunch. Sandwiches, cheese, a bottle of wine, a salad, napkins and utensils and everything you'd want.

"If she went to the trouble of putting up your markers, I dare say she'll find you again. And you'll have to ask her how the markers behaved at the time. --Another fine meal from our Bar."

((Hey now! Gredya has said at least 185 words to Joly. I just counted. She's downright chatty with him! He just needs to slow down a little so she can get a few more words in.))