At last it's the rest day.
Belle has organised a picnic for Team Philosophe.
Team Condor is also invited.
And a certain clown.
They gather in a sweet mountain meadow, a dry one. (The wet ones are marshy and boggy).
Amongst limestone rocks, Gaius spots saxifrage, pygmy hawks beard and various lichens and mosses.
David sees some kind of red animal he thinks is a goat or an antelope. It stares at him, before galloping away.
A golden eagle. Marigolds and butterflies, a green tiger beetle.....
But it's lunch time.
Belle spreads out a rug and opens a large hamper. Delicious smells waft out.
Belle: Glass of Albariño, anyone?
Vello: Yes please. And what can I smell?
Belle: Escadella, trinxat de montanya, and a Trucha a la Andorrana. A dandelion salad with Nectura dressing. Wild, strawberries, raspberries and currants. Mel i mató. And finally, pets de monja.
Terence: I don't know what anything is!
Belle: Pork stew, cabbage and potatoes, and Andorran ham. The Nectura dressing is a syrup made from pine cones of silver fir. Mel i mató is honey and cheese. Pets de monja are nuns' farts.
Marx: What a name! They look like small nipples.
Terence: I want a nuns' fart.
Belle: Not yet. They're for dessert.
They tuck into the Escadella, the trinxat, the Truncha and salad.
Sweezus: Awesome picnic!
Gaius: Delightful! Pass the salad bowl please.
Belle: Arthur and Pablo! Don't just drink! Eat something.
David: How nice that we're all back together. Quite like old times.
Vello: Monsieur le clown? Vous l'aimez?
Clown: Oui, c'est tout bon.
Marx: Well now, Terence, how do you feel after your rescue?
Terence: I could have DIED. And I've lost my parrot. Can I have a nun's fart?
Marx: You couldn't have died.
Belle: And the parrot will turn up.
Terence: Are we keeping the motor bike?
Belle: No, I had to give it back to the girl in yellow.
Gaius: Was she annoyed that you took it?
Belle: No, she's a friend of mine. One year we rode it together.
Marx: Damn! I dropped a whole piece of Truncha!
Vello: It's rolling away!
David: Look up in the sky! It's a vulture!
Bele: They're common round here.
Arthur: It isn't a vulture. It's an angel.
Belle: ARTHUR! Please eat something solid!
Pablo: It IS an angel! She's flying over the mountains with a jug of starry water. Oops. She's spilled some. Ah! See where the drop fell.... a red flower.......
Terence: Where? Where?
Sweezus: Nowhere, little dude. The guys just drank too much on an empty stomach....
A bird lands on the picnic rug. In its beak a red flower.
Terence: My parrot! Where've you been?
Elegant Parrot: Gathering Andorran stories. Am I too late for the nuns' farts?
Belle: Not at all. You may have the first one.
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