Rest day : Montpellier - Running Path

Monpellier. Parc du Domaine.

Team Philosophe and Team Condor are enjoying their rest day picnic.

The food is laid out on a picnic rug, under a tree.

This looks interesting, says Vello, picking up a pastry.

It's a Zézette de Sète, says Belle. 

Zet-de-set! says Terence. Can I have one?

No one can have one, says Belle. Not yet. Savouries first.

Is this thing savoury? asks Sweezus.

It's a fougasse, says Belle. Bread baked with bacon, pepper and spices.

Sweezus takes a big slice.

Arthur picks up a small pie, shaped like a cotton reel.

That's a petit paté de Pézenas, says Belle. Filled with mutton.

Arthur takes a big bite.

What's a mutton? asks Terence.

Lamb that is no longer young, says Vello.

Everyone thinks about that definition. 

Any wine? asks David.

Of course, says Belle. This is an Abracadabra, fron Chemin de Rèves, or you might like to try their rosé. 

Soon everyone is drinking, and eating bacon-stuffed bread, and the mutton-filled pies.

Terence is bored.

How about a run along the running path? says Saint Roley.

Don't go too near the river, warns Belle.

Terence and Saint Roley start off down the running path.

Saint Roley flies low above Terence. 

I thought you'd be Roo-kai, says Terence.

Are you disappointed? asks Saint Roley.

He might still be coming, says Terence.

Unlikely, says Saint Roley. What were you expecting?

Terence is puffing.

Do I have to keep running? asks Terence.

Slow down, says Saint Roley.

I lost my claw, says Terence. Rookai went back to find it.

It may be waiting for you when you get home, says Saint Roley. 

Or a finger, says Terence.

Your original finger? asks Saint Roley.

I'll be sad if I get that back, says Terence, because it would mean something bad.

What? asks Saint Roley.

My blood brother died, says Terence.

Maybe he would only have lost it, says Saint Roley.

Nobody thinks so, says Terence.

What a situation, says Saint Roley. It reminds me of my own sorrow.

Terence stops running.

Can we go back now? asks Terence.

You go back, says Saint Rroley. I'll poke about a bit, by the river.

Okay, says Terence.

He runs back to the others along the running path.

They are just starting to eat the Zézettes.

He is not allowed one.

But yay! Belle has brought a Ribena.