Finally. Dreamliner. A late lunch.
In economy they serve dishes that promote hydration, such as cucumber, and leafy green vegetables.
Anything red? asks Terence.
Strawberries, red rice, cherry crumble, says the flight attendant.
Terence picks all three of those.
Saint Roley tries a mini Laughing Cow cheese.
Buzz orders a tuna poke salad.
Sweezus has had time to stick the two Sea Salt bags back in his back pack. But he hasn't done it.
Roast chicken for you? asks the flight attendant.
Yeah, okay, says Sweezus.
I knew it, says the flight attendant.
Sweezus is taken aback. How? Does he look that conventional?
Would you like me to place those items in the overhead locker? asks the flight attendant.
Thanks, says Sweezus.
She takes the small hessian bags. These are cute. Where did you get them?
We make them, says Sweezus.
What's in them? she asks.
Prognosticating Sea Salt, says Gaius, who is sitting next to Sweezus, already eating roast chicken.
No kidding? says the flight attendant. Wouldn't want to spill any.
Certainly not, says Gaius. Up here anything might happen. Best not to know in advance.
I didn't mean that, says the flight attendant. But... could it?
The chicken? says Sweezus,
Yes, of course, says the flight attendant, handing him the plastic container of roast chicken, red rice and soy beans with Mediterranean vegetables.
Would you like organic kombucha with that? The natural probiotics help the digestion.
No. Boston Lager, says Sweezus.
The flight attendant places the two hessian bags in the overhead locker and hands Sweezus a lager.
Sweezus leans back, remembering how Unni gave them kombucha and kimchi because Farky had ruined his teeth.
Sweezus pokes at the roast chicken, thinking of Farky.
If you don't want that......says Gaius.
No, I'll eat it.
Meanwhile in Premium Economy the woman who is upping her offer on the Sea Salt has finished her lunch of marinated beef, citrus, cumin and zucchini salad, with bespoke herbal tea. Lemon verbena.
She waits for her tray to be taken then heads for the toilet.
After which she makes her way back to economy.
It's annoying that Sweezus has a window seat. To speak to him she has to talk over Simon and Gaius.
They are discussing the pros and cons of bullfighting.
There is bullfighting in Riobamba in April.
I should introduce myself, says the woman to Sweezus. My name is Maria Palomino.
Sweezus, says Sweezus. But our product's not for sale. Not yet anyway.
I'm upping my offer, says Maria Palomino
How much? asks Sweezus.
A thousand, says Maria Palomino.
A thousand.
Sweezus wishes he'd sat next to Arthur, who is one row forward and three seats in, across the aisle.
They should discuss this.
Friday, April 6, 2018
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