It's a rest day. Everyone is in Maçon. Belle et Bonne has organised a picnic lunch for Team Philosophe in a field of buttercups just outside the town. Gaius is there. Sweezus is there. Arthur is over at the edge of the field sulking, and Overt is nowhere to be seen.
Belle et Bonne: Arthur! Come over here! We're ready to eat.
No response from Arthur.
Sweezus: He's upset.
Belle et Bonne: About losing Ouvert?
Sweezus: About you. He's afraid you think he hasn't done enough to deserve the picnic.
Belle et Bonne: Ahh! How sweet.
She goes over to Arthur.
Gaius: Look at this wonderful picnic. What do you think those are?
Sweezus: Andouillettes, and some other sausagey things.
Gaius (biting into an andouillette): Well, this is very nice. I wonder what it's made of?
Arthur (approaching sheepishly, and giggling) : Pigs' intestines.
Gaius: Yum! Just what I like.
Sweezus: I like these ones better. With pistachios and truffles.
Belle et Bonne: They're all local specialties. We also have red cheeses, chard, mountain ham, mountain honey, wild strawberries and almond meringues filled with butter cream and pieces of nougat. And of course Beaujolais to wash it all down.
Gaius: This is the life. Lucky us.
Belle et Bonne: Yes, lucky you. I don't want to hear any more nonsense about lucky stones. Lucky stones have no influence on proper luck.
Arthur: What's proper luck?
Belle et Bonne: It's random. You can't put it in your pocket.
Sweezus: I don't know. Bradley Wiggins has got Ouvert now. And he won the stage yesterday.
Gaius: Ridiculous! That fool Ouvert is becoming quite famous. Everyone wants a piece of him. If I ever get him back I've a good mind to smash him into pieces and sell the bits to whoever wants....
Belle et Bonne: Gaius!
Gaius: Sorry. Just rambling, Belle dear. This really is a wonderful picnic. Pass me another of those andouillettes.
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