Katherine pulls up in Murray Bridge.
We'll stop here for a coffee, says Katherine.
And Gaius can look for his pencil, says Margaret.
After the coffee, says Gaius. Terence, remind me.
Remember to look for your pencil, says Terence.
After, says Gaius.
After, says Terence.
He is trying to stay out of trouble.
Gaius helps him out of the car.
They look for a café.
Terence is finding it difficult to walk in his florin costume.
Katherine notices.
Perhaps you should take it off and leave it in the car, says Katherine.
Yes, people are staring at you, says Margaret.
Terence had not noticed that people were staring at him.
He does now.
I'm keeping it on, says Terence.
A mother with a toddler comes towards them.
The toddler looks scared.
Hello kid, says Terence.
Uch-huh! goes the toddler.
Don't be scared, Tilly, says the mother. It's a child in an easter egg costume.
FLORIN! says Terence.
Tilly hides behind her mother.
Excuse us, says Margaret.
And us, says the mother. Come on, Tilly.
Tilly and her mother continue along Bridge Street to the shops.
Margaret has spotted a café. They go in.
Katherine orders three coffees and a red drink.
They have lovely cakes, says Katherine. Shall we share one?
Yes let's, says Margaret.
Gaius wonders if this includes him.
In any case, let them choose the cake.
He finds a seat and sits down with Terence.
Although Terence, of course, can't sit down, but must stand on his chair.
Aren't you tired of constantly standing? asks Gaius.
No, says Terence. Do I look like an Easter egg?
No, says Gaius. Easter eggs are not round.
Yes they are, says Terence.
Not with a flat front and back like a florin, says Gaius.
Why did that lady think I was an Easter egg? asks Terence.
She probably didn't, says Gaius. She may have been trying to calm her young child with something familiar.
Because maybe they've got a dog that looks like an Easter egg, says Terence.
Gaius considers the wisdom of continuing with this line of thought.
He is relieved to see Katherine and Margaret approaching the table with cakes.
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