Poke-Twist-Slice-Nudge

 In France.

Team Philosophe are in their room eating tartiflette and drinking Rochoise beer.

Vello: I do love tartiflette.

David: Especially with lardons.

Sweezus: Me too.

Belle: You deserve it. You've all done so well.

David: Not that well.

Belle: At least you're still here. No one's fallen off or even had a puncture.

David: True. What would we do if one of us had a puncture?

Belle: I suppose it depends on which one.

Sweezus: What if I had a puncture?

Vello: You'd be finished. In fact you'd be finished if either David or I had a puncture. We'd take your bike.

Sweezus: Yeah right. That's what I figured.

Belle: Cheer up. It might never happen.

Everyone chews on their tartiflette portions, thinking of various things that might never happen.

Meanwhile on Kangaroo Island, it's past five pm.

All the visitors have left Flinders Chase, except Gaius, Terence, Louisa and Arthur.

We won't include Baby Glossy, because he's a bird, and allowed to be anywhere.

Terence is examining his orange peel, which is now in three parts.

Hey! says Terence. Does that look like an ear?

Where? asks Louisa. There? No it doesn't.

What about this? asks Terence.

If I had a knife I could carve out an ear for you, says Louisa. We learned vegetable sculpture at school.

Arthur has a knife, which he produces.

Louisa starts carving an ear.

The scent of pierced orange peel reminds Gaius he's hungry.

Any oranges left? asks Gaius.

Have this one, says Arthur. 

Gaius sucks on the orange and looks up at the trees.

They are sprouting fresh leaves at the bottom. The tops are black sticks, breaching the sky

No birds sing.

Baby-Glossy is glad. If no birds sing that means no parents.

He watches Louisa make an ear.

He could do that with his beak if he tried to. Poke-twist-slice-nudge.

Gaius has finished his orange and placed the peel within reach of Baby-Glossy.

Baby Glossy gets to work on the ears.