Prognosticating Sea Salt

Arthur! Sweezus! says Gaius. I assume you have transport.

Nice to see you too, says Sweezus.

Yes of course, nice to see you, says Gaius. I assume you have already retrieved Margaret's car.

No, says Arthur. We're driving Katherine's. We stopped at the Granites.

Whatever for? says Gaius. Time is of the essence. Do you have a plastic bag for the algae? What's that you've got there?

Nothing, says Sweezus.

Looks like common sea salt, says Gaius. Tip it out will you. The plastic bag will do nicely

No way, says Sweezus. This is my new business venture.

Our new business venture, says Arthur.

Okay, our business venture, says Sweezus. But that means you have to come up with ideas.

I already have one, says Arthur. Call it Prognosticating Sea Salt. You scatter it and read the future in the random arrangement of particles.

Awesome, bro! says Sweezus.

Prognostications are generally inaccurate when made by an untrained person, says Gaius. You would need to give detailed instructions.

Too easy, says Sweezus.

Saint Roley alights on the beach towel.

Good, says Gaius. Now we can go. Where is ...?

Cravaaark! says the Growling Grass Frog.

They load Gaius's things into Katherine's boot and head off towards Adelaide.

They have not gone far when.....

Stop! says Gaius. We've forgotten about Margaret's car.

Screeeee. Arthur performs a screeching u-turn and they head back to Kingston.

Margaret's car is still parked outside the bakery.

A country bakery. Why not buy buns?

Sweezus goes in with some money. He assesses the buns.

Vanilla slices, kitchener buns, finger buns, chocolate eclairs, iced donuts, fruit scones, chocolate chip scones, anzacs, funny face biscuits....

He buys three vanilla slices.

In the one bag, okay? asks the woman behind the counter.

No, one in one and two in another, says Sweezus. We're picking up someone's car.

The one who was involved in the fight the other day? asks the woman. Is she okay?

Good as, says Sweezus.

He goes out with the vanilla slices.

He gets back into Katherine's car.

Here you are Gaius, says Sweezus. Vanilla slice in a separate paper bag.

And Margaret's car keys, says Arthur.

What's this? asks Gaius. You do know I don't have a licence.

Bugger.

Who could predict that?

That means Sweezus has to drive Margaret's car back to Adelaide.

He and Gaius swap paper bags.