Right About The Wrong Person

Roo-kai has come back.

Terence has been waiting.

Guess what? says Terence.

What? says Roo-kai.

Nothing, says Terence. I thought you might not come back.

Well I am back, says Roo-kai. Is Baby Pierre back?

No he's not back, says Terence.

You were right then, says Roo-kai. Just about the wrong person.

You're not a person, says Terence.

Are you going to let me in or what? says Roo-kai.

Come in, says Terence. Gaius can't get his FACE app to work.

I was warned about that, says Roo-kai.

They enter the kitchen.

Arthur is watching Gaius shout rude Latin words at his phone.

Scurra! Ineptus! Nocens!

Guess what? says Terence. Roo-kai thinks he's a person.

He is in many ways similar to a person, says Gaius. 

I never claimed to be a person, says Roo-kai. I'm happy as a parrot. It's the perfect disguise.

This remark reminds Gaius about the spying.

Did Vello post the Express Post bag? asks Gaius.

No, says Roo-kai. He became entangled in a debate about the meaning of words, and wrongly addressed it.

This is serious, says Gaius. To whom did he address it?

The Presby, says Roo-kai. But don't worry. He realised his mistake.

And corrected it, I assume, says Gaius, and then posted it in one of those yellow post boxes?

Yellow, says Roo-kai.

He is thinking. I don't remember the post box being yellow.

He gave it to Sweezus to post, says Roo-kai. Because Sweezus was going out to buy bento.

What is bento? asks Gaius.

It means Japanese food in a box or, alternatively, I disagree with you, says Roo-kai. 

Hum, says Gaius. Did Vello have a fellow philosopher in his office?

Yes, says Roo-kai. Wittgenstein. 

Ludwig! says Gaius. An old acquaintance!

That's good, says Roo-kai. He might be coming with us to Taree. And by the way, those face apps don't work eight or nine times out of ten.

That's good news, says Arthur. So we can leave early. 

How do you conclude that? asks Gaius.

They'll just think it's not working, says Arthur.

After ten times out of ten, says Gaius, they are sure to become suspicious.

Nonetheless, the idea is tempting.