Air Bubble Curtain

Terence shows Ageless the piece of paper.

It's a miki-mo-TOY, says Terence.

Ai, says Ageless. I know all about that.

It's not much different, says Terence.

You were pronouncing it wrong, says Ageless. And I'll tell you something else which may be useful.

What? asks Terence.

You won't need the egg box, says Ageless. 

How do you know? asks Terence.

I keep up to date with these things, says Ageless. As a lobster, I have a vested interest.

Okay, why? asks Terence. 

Because they're installing an air bubble curtain, says Ageless. 

Terence imagines an air bubble curtain. 

Like a magical show.

Does Gaius not know? asks Ageless. 

I'm going to ask him, says Terence.

He runs back to ask Gaius if he knows about the air bubble curtain.

Back again? says Gaius.

Ageless says I won't need the egg box! says Terence. 

And why is that? asks Gaius.

Because there's going to be an air bubble curtain, says Terence.

That sounds fanciful, says Gaius. What is it, and what does it do?

Ageless knows, says Terence. His vest has an interest.

Ageless does not wear a vest, says Gaius. Only a hat. Has he found it?

No, says Terence. He's relaxing.

I should talk to him, says Gaius.

He gets up from his seat and walks back to where Ageless is relaxing.

Air bubble curtain? says Gaius.

You didn't know? replies Ageless. It's the latest strategy. They've probably installed it by now.

And how do you know this? asks Gaius.

I hang out in the State Library, says Ageless. I read the online papers.

Enlighten me, says Gaius.

While Ageless enlightens Gaius about the air bubble curtain, Denis is reading a reply from Henriette.

A muffin, Denis? What were you thinking? A lobster makes a great deal more sense. But you do realise that there may be no need for an egg box? This air bubble curtain may well stop the algal bloom by creating a buffer zone between it and the eggs. But you'll already know that. In other news, I'm now in Brisbane. There's a festival on. I'm going to Gatsby At The Green Light tonight. Looking forward...

Merde! says Denis.

I know what that means, says Terence.