Dithering Diderot

So I imagine we'll be leaving, says Kant.

Yes, says Gaius. As soon as possible. Pity.

Why so? asks Kant.

Our investigations are incomplete, says Gaius.

Don't worry. SARDI is on it, says Faith. 

I suppose so, says Gaius. Would you like us to leave you our thermometer?

We have our own thermometers, says Faith. But I should like to get a dead pipi count from your bird.

Roo-kai? says Gaius. Of course, but where is he?

Outside, says Terence.

Let him in, says the kiosk guy. 

Terence goes to the door and lets Roo-kai in.

You look green round the gills, says Roo-kai.

Brown, says Terence. I had a hot chocolate.

That was risky, says Roo-kai. You know milk is a food?

It's a brown drink, says Terence.

Don't let its liquidity fool you, says Roo-kai.

Roo-kai, says Faith. Do you have a final dead pipi count?

Eight thousand seven hundred and fifty two, says Roo-kai. But on the plus side, I flew a long way, and found a few healthy molluscs.

Excellent! says Faith.

And he ate them, says Terence.

How do you know? asks Roo-kai.

Because I know, says Terence. And because you smell mollusky.

Gross! says Sweezus. Come on, Arthur, let's have a last surf before we get serious about training.

They head off to the surf.

Good luck in the Tour! shouts the kiosk guy. Shit, I should've asked for a selfie.

They'll be back, says Gaius. Now I must call Vello to see if I'm on the team.

He calls Vello.

Hello, is that you, Gaius? puffs Vello. 

Probably doing some training.

Vello, says Gaius. Have you decided on this year's team?

David and me, says Vello. And I've asked Denis Diderot, but he's dithering. 

I could make myself available, says Gaius, but Sweezus has asked me to join Team Condor....

Team Condor it is then, says Vello. By the way, we're already in Lille. It's quite warm here. When are you coming?

We're on our way now, says Gaius.