Pre-ordered Icecreams

Margaret looked at Gaius. She hadn't paid much attention to him before, when he'd been talking to the president. He reminded her of an old Roman, even though he wasn't wearing sandals, but sensible enclosed shoes like everyone else.

Hello Gaius, she said. What's all this fun you've been having?

We've been looking at Black Cliff, said Gaius. We identified glacial striations, chatter marks and crescentic gouges in the bedrock. Then we found evidence of the more recently formed layers of fossiliferous sandstone.

Oh where? asked Margaret. I'm sorry I missed seeing that.

Over there, said Gaius, waving a finger in the general direction of the layers of fossiliferous sandstone.

Will you show me? asked Margaret. I shouldn't like to go home without having seen it. And did you find the place where you can stand with one foot in the Permian.....

....and one in the Pleistocene! Yes! said Gaius. I'll show you that too Margaret. Come with me.

Wait a minute, Gaius, said Le Bon David. Have you saved us any chicken?

No, said Gaius. I assumed you had eaten something at Kingston.

We did, said Le Bon David, but it was a mere mouthful.

It was a whole foccaccia, said Margaret.

She walked off with Gaius over the calcrete layer and rubbly limestone that lay around the rim of the Hallett Cove amphitheatre.

They're getting on well, observed The VeloDrone.

Yes, said Le Bon David. We're saved.

The president came up, with an esky.

Where did Gaius and Margaret go? he asked. I've got Margaret's chicken, and two pre-ordered icecreams.