Holy Ronnie Of Poor Memory

The roasted vegetables are ready.

A delicious smell wafts through the kitchen.

Ready! says Louisa. Wash your hands and sit down.

Wash your hands. Arthur doesn't normally bother.

Nor does Gaius.

And no harm has come... well, not often.

They wash their hands, flap them dry and sit down at the table.

The pan of roasted vegetables is already on the table.

And three forks.

So you just spear what you want, and eat it.

Mm. The turnip chunks (the good ones) go first.

Then the garlic...the onion...the beetroot...the sweet potato...

Terence and Saint Roley squat in a corner, next to the chopping board, which is now on the floor.

Any luck? calls Louisa, from the table.

They need music, says Terence. Can I get the trumpet?

What makes you think they need music? asks Gaius.

They're humming, says Terence.

Is this true? Are the discarded-then-semi-roasted-then-saved turnip pieces humming?

If so what are they humming? And why do they need a trumpet?

Truth is, they are humming, but do not need a trumpet. Saint Roley knows it. But he thinks that blowing the trumpet is the best way to stop Terence from breathing all over his new congregation

Go on then, says Louisa. But don't blow it loudly.

I can't anyway, says Terence.

He goes to get the trumpet from where it was put down.

Saint Roley can now hear the turnip pieces humming.

hm hm hm ronnie
ronnie hm ho

So. They do remember Ronnie.

He speaks to them softly.

Shall I fetch Ronnie? He is much changed, as you are.

hm ronnie how?

He was semi-roasted like you were . He is oily and his memory is poor.

holy ronnie, hum the turnip pieces.

Did you hear that? says Saint Roley to Terence who has returned with the trumpet.

Holy Ronnie.

That's because he was in a hole, says Terence. And the hole was made of them joined together.

True. But Saint Roley has another interpretation.