Turbulence

Sweezus hasn't noticed the woman. Why would he?

He is staring at clouds.

Beside him, Simon and Gaius are speaking of the mega-pest hybrid caterpillar threatening global food security.

A hessian bag whirrs through the air and drops in his lap.

It's from Arthur.

It had narrowly missed the woman who was stooping to speak to Saint Roley.

I was hoping to see you, she says to Saint Roley. I'm upping my offer.

Saint Roley wonders what it means to be upping your offer.

He nudges Terence, who is still wearing the noise reducing head phones.

Terence lifts out one of the ear pips.

What?

Hello, says the woman. Who is in charge of the Sea Salt?

Not me, says Terence.

She is still leaning over. She looms over Buzz.

Buzz doesn't feel comfortable, under her dangling necklace. He stands up to go to the toilet.

Tilly, on the other side of the aisle, takes advantage.

She decorates her Minecraft living room with the Block of the Week, a redstone lamp. Ha! See how he likes THAT in his dungeon.

The woman sits down in Buzz's seat, and looks over at Tilly. Are you with them?

Tilly isn't listening. She is gloating.

She's with us, says Lydia. We're all in charge of the Sea Salt.

But who actually has it? asks the woman.

He does, says Lydia, pointing across the aisle and one row back, at Sweezus.

Sweezus is holding a bag in each hand. One weighs more than the other.

Something to be fixed up later.

And another thing, what happens now they've run out of swan eyes?

This whole Sea Salt entrepreneurial thing is one long nightmare.

May I see one? asks the woman. My name's on your list. I have one on order.

Please go to your seat ma'm, says a flight attendant. We're about to experience some turbulence.

All right. I'll go. But I'll be back, says the woman.

Turbulence. That's fortunate. But lunch may be delayed.

Buzz returns from the toilet.

There's a redstone lamp in his dungeon.

His dungeon looks homely.

Which reminds him of lunch. When is it?

But lunch is delayed.