Old Dog

Gaius distributes the warm bread rolls.

Now where is that cheese?

He finds it, in the bottom of his backpack.

Arthur produces his knife and cuts chunks off the cheese.

Tea or coffee? asks Sweezus, who has just boiled the kettle.

Coffee for me, answers Kant.

Sweezus hands him a sachet.

Kant looks at the sachet. How is this coffee?

Freeze-dried granules, sealed in foil, explains Sweezus.

Kant wishes that he had said tea.

I'll open it for you, says Terence. I know how to.

Very well, says Kant. You'll be teaching an old dog new tricks.

What? says Terence.

I being the old dog, says Kant.

You should probably drink water, says Terence.

It's an expression, says Sweezus. And I'll be wanting those headphones back after breakfast.

Okay, says Terence. Do I look like I've been through a danger, and survived?

Sure do, says Sweezus. Want me to take a photo?

Yes! says Terence.

Sweezus takes a photo of Terence's dangerous headpiece.

Want to see it? asks Sweezus. 

Yes, says Terence. 

He looks at the photo.

In the photo, he looks like a geek.

A geek who has put an apple under his headphones, to eat later, and you can't even see the kebab stick.

Front on, it just looks like a dot.

He takes off the headphones. 

Gaius saves the apple from rolling onto the floor.

We can use parts of this apple, says Gaius. 

He withdraws the kebab stick.

Knife, Arthur.

Arthur hands him the knife.

Gaius cuts away the bruised parts and scrapes off all traces of (presumably) Arthur's kebab.

Then he cuts the good parts into slices.

Help yourselves, says Gaius.

Only some of them do.