Red Icing Proper Spoon

The ride to Whyalla from Point Lowly is disappointing.

No bent sticks.

But surely there'll be some bent sticks in Whyalla.

When does our bus leave? asks Denis.

Five to two, says Gaius. 

So we've time to get lunch, says Denis.

Yes, says Gaius. Let's do that.

What about the bent stick? asks Terence.

What about it? asks Denis.

You couldn't look for it because you were cycling, says Terence.

That's true, says Denis. But now I want lunch.

Can Ageless and me look for it? asks Terence.

What about my lunch? asks Ageless.

We'll all go to a bakery, says Gaius. Then, if there's time, we'll look for the perfect bent stick.

There may be something we can use in the bakery, says Denis.

Like what? asks Terence.

A wooden spoon, for example, says Denis. 

A wooden spoon? What kind of horse's head would that make? 

You can't bend a wooden spoon, says Gaius.

The horse could be looking skywards, says Denis.

You say that now, says Gaius. But the horse could ALWAYS have been looking skywards.

Meaning? says Denis.

You didn't need a bent stick, says Gaius. But who am I to be interfering?

Exactly, says Denis. And here is a bakery. Let's go in.

They lock the bikes to a bike stand on the pavement and enter the bakery.

What can I get you? asks the bakery assistant.

A chunky beef pie, says Gaius. And a coffee.

I'll have the same, says Denis.

To have here? asks the bakery assistant.

Yes please, says Gaius.

What about me? asks Terence.

Would you like one of our special donuts? asks the bakery assistant.

Has it got red icing? asks Terence.

I think there's one with red icing, says the bakery assistant.

Can I? asks Terence.

All right, says Gaius. If you just eat the icing.

Can I have a wooden spoon? asks Terence.

I'll give you a proper spoon, says the bakery assistant.

She picks up the donut with the red icing, with tongs.

Places it on a plate.

Takes a metal spoon from the cutlery container.

And hands the plate, donut and spoon to Gaius.

I'll bring the coffee and pies out, says the bakery assistant. Where are you sitting?

Over there, near the window, says Gaius.

Ooh! says the bakery assistant. There's a lobster sitting there.

The lobster is our colleague, says Gaius. Do you do a fish pie?

We do have a fish pie, says the bakery assistant. Are you saying he'd like one?

I imagine he'd like one, says Gaius.

I'll bring it over, says the bakery assistant.

So now, they are at the table near the window.

Terence is the only one with something to eat so far.

He looks at his red donut.

He picks up his spoon.

He wonders if he could bend it.