Appleby

Aha, what have we here? I might pop in quickly.

The shop has darkened windows and a heavy old door. It's a Wine Merchant, but they also sell Tobacco. Appleby disappears inside.

Broadstairs

Not a bad idea actually.

Broadstairs props himself against a tree. Out from his jacket he produces a tin of Balkan Mixture and a beautiful handmade pipe; a Danish Egg with an Olivewood band.

Chalgrove accepts the invitation. His is a smart bronze Falcon. He packed the bowl earlier before setting out.

Broadstairs

What do you have today?

Chalgrove

Clan. I dumped the last of that Erinmore. Couldn't get on with it.

The other nods and settles back into plumes of smoke. The aura of Broadstairs incorporates Perique and Latakia. All about him is furniture polish and burnt leather.

Appleby is back with a cigar. He lights up and the three characters cogitate together.

After a third of the little Edmundo, Appleby wants to get going again. Chalgrove is ready to leave too. Broadstairs begins to think of his supper.