Early next morning the Riobamba team waits at the Newcastle Interchange.
When the Sydney train comes, they get on the train.
Gaius sits with Simon, in order to continue a discussion that began on the platform.
It seems that five hundred and sixty eight acres have been put up for sale in the Galapagos Islands, a province of Ecuador. A purchase plan is being crowd funded by locals.
They talk about this.
Sweezus sits with Arthur, in order to figure out a means of securing the hessian bags and the PVC swan lining so the Prognosticating Sea Salt won't fall out. Possibly with eco-friendly twine or something.
They talk about this.
Lydia, Tilly and Buzz are texting.
Terence and Saint Roley share a seat next to Lydia.
Move over, says Terence.
Can't, says Saint Roley.
Got any snacks? asks Terence.
No, says Saint Roley.
This trip is rubbish already, says Terence.
You're in a bad mood, says Saint Roley. Is it because you don't have a parrot?
No, says Terence.
Lydia looks up.
It's Easter. Would you like a chocolate?
She gives him a small Lindt Gold Bunny.
Nobody told me it was Easter, says Terence.
That's ... says Saint Roley.
Because nobody got me a present? says Terence.
Because at Easter you die, says Saint Roley. No wait, not exactly. Not you.
You would be the worst parrot ever, says Terence. You should be glad I refused you.
I refused YOU, says Saint Roley.
What's this about? asks Lydia. He doesn't die, does he?
Not till he's older, says Saint Roley.
NOW you tell me! says Terence. I'm going.
He gets up, clutching his small Lindt Gold Bunny.
He stomps up to Sweezus.
You don't want that, do you? says Sweezus.
It's EASTER! says Terence. And I die when I'm older.
Who told you? says Sweezus.
No one, says Terence. I always know it's Easter.
You don't, says Arthur. But seeing you're here, what should we tie this up with?
Spaghetti, says Terence. Saint Roley's bum feathers. Your stupid hair.
No way, says Sweezus. Go back and sit with Buzz and Tilly.
They hate me, says Terence. And they hate you and Arthur.
He is making this up. Buzz and Tilly are eco-biology students.
They don't hate anyone.
(Except for unscrupulous developers).
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