When are we going? asks Terence.
When you've finished your red drink, says Arthur.
Yeah? says Sweezus. How're you going to get there?
Train, says Arthur.
Yay! says Terence. I love trains.
He slurps his red drink down and is ready.
Come on, says Arthur.
We have to get Prong, says Terence.
She can fly to Barcelona, says Arthur.
She might not know the way, says Terence.
She can ask the other birds, says Arthur.
Remember she has curly whiskers, says Gaius.
Meaning? says Arthur.
You should take the curly whiskers with you. They mustn't get wet.
Okay, says Arthur.
He and Terence leave La Crème de Paris.
Bye everyone! shouts Terence.
Bye Terence, says Belle. Remember to do what Arthur tells you.
That might turn out to be shit advice, says Sweezus.
No worse than if you went, says Belle.
Everything will be fine, Belle, says Vello. Arthur and Terence will have a quixotic adventure. You and I and David will have a few days more in Paris, Sweezus will commence work at once.
You haven't told me what I'm supposed to be doing, says Sweezus.
Interviewing Jean Paul Sartre, face to face, says Vello.
I did that years ago, says Sweezus. Is he even alive?
Of course he's alive, says Vello. And no doubt he has some new and interesting philosophies.
As opposed to his old uninteresting philosophies, says Sweezus.
Ha ha! laughs David. Don't tell him that.
Maybe I just never understood them, says Sweezus.
Get him to talk about bikes, says Vello. That's what our readers expect.
I think I know how to do my job, says Sweezus.
He gets up and walks out of La Crème de Paris.
Terence and Arthur are outside talking to Prong.
I would prefer to travel by train, says Prong.
You can, says Terence.
On the roof, says Arthur.
She'll lose all her feathers up there, says Sweezus.
And her curly whiskers, says Terence. Don't worry Prong. You can sit on my knee.
Pretend she's a toy parrot, says Sweezus. That works.
Arthur shrugs.
He doesn't mind really, what Prong does.