Nothing is Free

The weekend at Goolwa was finally over. Gaius went home to consult Every Australian Bird Illustrated.

Margaret went back to the Velosophy office with the others. Why not? Perhaps she could be of some use.

Well, well, said The Velodrone, entering the office. Back to work. If there is any work to do.

Belle et Bonne checked the emails.

Oh! she said, does anyone want free Fringe tickets?

Free? said Le Bon David. Nothing is free. What do we have to do?

Just write some reviews, said Belle et Bonne. You've done it before.

I'll go with you, said Margaret. I'm interested in the arts, and I'm good at writing reviews.

Sorry, Margaret, said Belle et Bonne. There's only one free ticket for each show. But you can have this one. I'm sure no one else will want it.

What is it? asked Margaret.

Doc Faustus, said Belle et Bonne.

I'll have it, said Margaret. It sounds quite intellectual.

Yes it does, Belle et Bonne, said Le Bon David. Why are you giving it to Margaret?

Do you want to go, Uncle David? asked Belle et Bonne. I could get you another ticket. They're only five dollars on opening night. You and Margaret could go together. That would be nice.

Oh, hum... no..... I mean yes, I suppose it would, except that ....said Le Bon David.

Is that an invitation? asked Margaret, coyly.

It certainly sounds like one, said The VeloDrone.

Done, said Belle et Bonne, printing out the receipt for the ticket. Pick it up at the door. Have a good time, you two.

Oh, said Margaret. You people are such fun to be with!

Aren't we, said Belle et Bonne, smiling sweetly at David.