Millennial Nonsense

Katherine's car.

Arthur is driving, with Gaius in the passenger seat.

They are both eating vanilla slices.

In the back, the Growling Grass Frog sits on the Sea Salt.

Is it wise to eat while you're driving? asks Gaius.

Yes, says Arthur. It promotes clear thinking. Chew, think, chew, bingo.

Is this some new kind of millennial nonsense? asks Gaius. Like prognosticating Sea Salt?

Could make a fortune, says Arthur.

You would need to include a set of instructions, says Gaius. How best to scatter the salt, and on what type of surface. And then how to interpret the fall.

You'd know, being an old Roman, says Arthur. The Romans were expert interpreters.

Gaius can't help feeling flattered.

Frog! says Gaius.

Me? asks the Growling Grass Frog. 

Yes, you, says Gaius. Must I keep calling you Growling Grass Frog?

I prefer it, says the Growling Grass Frog. 

All right, says Gaius. Now here is a task for you. Let's see if you're up to it.

Anyone told you about sharing? asks the Growling Grass Frog.

What's this? asks Gaius.

He wants some cake, says Arthur.

How remiss of me, says Gaius. There is cake for you, at the end of it, Growling Grass Frog. 

The Growling Grass Frog is pleased that his ploy worked.

What is my task?

Open the bag of Sea Salt, take some and scatter it on the seat. Not too much.

The Growling Grass Frog scatters some salt on the seat.

Describe what you see, says Gaius.

I see a bird feeding cake to a man, and a man feeding cake to a bird, says the Growling Grass Frog.

Would that man by any chance be Sweezus? asks Gaius. And would the bird be Saint Roley?

Yes, says the Growling Grass Frog. 

That's pretty impressive, says Arthur.

Wishful thinking, says Gaius.

.......

Margaret's car.

Sweezus is driving.

Saint Roley is in the back, breaking the vanilla slice into segments.

He prongs a segment with his beak and leans forward for Sweezus to grab it.

Thanks, says Sweezus. Have some yourself.

Don't like it, says Saint Roley. 

He sighs.

What's up? asks Sweezus, his mouth full of icing, flaky pastry and custard.

What I really feel like eating is... uh.... never mind, says Saint Roley.

Spit it out, says Sweezus.

The Growling Grass Frog, says Saint Roley. 

Thought so, says Sweezus. That why you volunteered to come with me?

Yes, says Saint Roley.

Sensing sympathy, he hops up onto Sweezus's shoulder.

Bad idea. Sweezus freezes.