Tuesday, April 27, 2021

More To Us Than Feet

The dinner is over.

The bill has been paid. 

They are standing outside Methezes, saying goodbye to Lisa.

Goodbye, guys, says Lisa. Thanks for dinner. Coming, Louttit?

Louttit burps. The air is redolent with mussels.

No, says Louttit. We lobsters are partying on.

Okay, says Lisa. See you in the lab in the morning.

Louttit burps again.

Where are you going? asks Gaius. A night club?

Back to our room, says Louttit. 

Good, says Arthur. Because I'm going to a nightclub, and I don't want to cross paths with you.

Yes, says Katherine, that's understandable. And let's just be clear. My room is not available for parties

But mother, says David, we are three men in a three person room. Whereas you have a room to yourself, with plenty of room for a lobster.

Yes, if it was just one lobster, says Katherine. And if that lobster was Captain Baudin. 

Madame, says Captain Baudin, I am flattered.

And we are insulted, says Dufresne.

Who was it grabbed the skirt of the flight attendant? asks Katherine. Who wanted to sit on my lap in the taxi?

Ha ha! laughs Louttit. Did he sit on it?

No he didn't, snaps Katherine. And you think it's funny. By the way, you have gastric reflux.

Do I? asks Louttit. How do you know?

The air smells of mussels every time you open your mouth, says Katherine.

Then he's not sleeping with us, says David.

Where do you normally sleep, Louttit? asks Gaius.

Hup! says Louttit.

There are no sea urchins here to say different.

Not that anyone knows what Hup means.

Constitution Dock, probably, says Baudin. Am I right, Louttit?

Hup! says Louttit.

We'll spend the night there, says Baudin. Watching the stars and the vessels. Hearing the clanking of riggings.

That sounds rather pleasant, says David. If it were not so chilly.

What about those Pinnacle System socks I bought you? says Katherine.

There is more to me than feet, says David.

That's one way of putting it, says Katherine.

The lobsters head for the dock.

Arthur has already departed.

Gaius, Katherine and David walk back to the Salamanca Wharf Hotel, in that pleasant state, after a rich dinner, before indigestion kicks in.


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