Yiros and Being German

What shall we do now? said Gaius.

How about we get something to eat, said Violetta, then we'll go out on the town.

Good, said David. I'm feeling peckish.

Margaret wondered what Violetta meant by out on the town.

They crossed East Terrace and walked up Grenfell Street. Mmm. Yiros! They stopped at East End Yiros and sat down at a table outside.

What do you mean by out on the town, Violetta? asked Margaret.

You'll see, said Violetta. 

Gaius had a feeling he knew.

They finished their yiros and left. Violetta led them to a narrow back alley. She whisked two balaclavas out of her bag.

I've only got two, she said. We'll have to take turns. Unless someone wants to be brave.

What the dickens! said Margaret. Am I correct in thinking you are taking us on a graffiti rampage?

Yup! said Violetta. Grab a can!

No! said Margaret. I refuse to take part. And so does Gaius.

Margaret, said Violetta. Lighten up. Graffiti has an artistic purpose and a venerable history. And it's a brilliant mind-blowing buzz, evading the police.

Fiddlesticks! said Margaret. I'm going to the Austral. If any one of you has a social conscience you can join me there.

She stalked off in the direction of Rundle Street.

Good riddance! said Violetta.

David and Gaius watched her disappear.

Ha ha! look at you guys! said Violetta. Don't worry about her, she'll be alright. If she gets there by nine, she can see The Five Step Guide to Being German!