Bitter Wasp

 It's not far to Powelltown.

Gaius and Pierre-Louis stop at the Powelly Pub.

Wait in the carriage, Terence, says Gaius. We'll go in and ask for directions.

Terence isn't listening. He is replaying the movie. 

Easter Morning trips, bang!

The best part is Easter Morning looks like he doesn't know it's going to happen.

It's good acting, says Terence,

Thanks, says Easter Morning.

(although he hadn't been acting)

Back so soon? asks the Powelly Pub guy. You must've heard we do a good breakfast.

Tempting, says Gaius. But we've come back to ask for directions.

Perhaps a coffee, says Pierre-Louis.

Why not? says Gaius.

With two freshly baked blueberry muffins? suggests the Powelly Pub guy. 

Who could resist? Gaius and Pierre-Louis decide to indulge in a quick breakfast. 

I'll go and tell Terence, says Pierre-Louis.

He goes out to the carriage.

You might want to come in after all, says Pierre-Louis. We're staying for breakfast.

Yay! says Terence, stopping the movie and jumping out.

Now only Easter Morning (awake) and Squattu (sleeping) remain in the carriage.

Scratch scratch.

Easter Morning looks out.

Banjo! What are you doing here?

I followed you, says Banjo. Where are we?

Getting directions, says Easter Morning. To the Tree.

The Ada Tree? squeaks Banjo. 

And breakfast, says Easter Morning. 

You're not getting breakfast, says Banjo.

No they are, says Easter Morning. But I could do with something. Know what I feel like? A wasp.

I've never eaten a wasp, says Banjo. Are they yummy?

Kind of bitter, says Easter Morning. 

Oh, says Banjo. I might stick with lerps.

You like sweet things? says Easter Morning. You'd like the stuff on our blanket. Jump in.

Banjo jumps in. 

Where is it? asks Banjo.

Here, says Easter Morning.

Banjo licks it. It's hard. Not like soft lerps he's used to.

I should warn you it's been through me once, says Easter Morning.

That's gross, thinks Banjo.

He contemplates trying a wasp.