Margaret slices Gaius's last apple.
Gaius looks for the wedge of lemon.
Look in the bin, says Katherine.
Ah yes. The wedge of lemon is there in the bin.
Now where's the black pen?
Can we keep it? asks Terence.
Not if I get it working again, says Gaius. I must return it to Gerald.
It wasn't HIS! says Terence.
Hers, then, says Gaius. I wonder which room they were in?
Go and ask at Reception, says Katherine.
You should go now, says Margaret. They might check out early.
Don't go now, says Terence.
But Gaius has got the pen working, and goes now.
You're bright and early, says Reception.
I need to catch Gerald and his companion before they leave, says Gaius.
Gerald? says Reception.
That's all I know of his name, says Gaius. Their pen wasn't working, but I've managed to fix it.
How kind, says Recption. You can leave it with me if you like.
I will, says Gaius. My cup of tea will be getting cold.
Were you all comfortable last night? asks Reception.
We were, indeed, says Gaius.
What about the little guy? asks Reception. Did he look out of the window? Did he colour his frog?
Not only that, says Gaius. He gave his potato spun prawn a flying lesson.
They're normally meant for eating, says Reception.
I know, says Gaius. But he isn't allowed to eat solids.
Did it learn how to fly? asks Reception, expecting no for an answer.
I think not, says Gaius. Except for the bits of potato.
So the cleaners will have a job to do, says Reception.
I think we've picked it all up, says Gaius.
Excellent, says Reception. Well, don't let your tea get any colder.
Gaius returns to room ten.
A minute later, Gerald and his companion arrive at Reception.
I've a surprise for you, says Reception.
She shows them the pen.
Gerald takes it.
The gentleman in room ten fixed it, says Reception,. He's just dropped it off.
I wonder if it still smells of prawn, says Gerald's companion.
Smell it, Cloris, says Gerald.
He thrusts it under her nose.
Sniff.
Lemon! says Cloris.
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