Potato Spun Prawn

Six o'clock, in Narrandera..

Margaret pulls up at the Gateway Motor Inn.

They get out of the car and enter Reception.

Welcome! says the person in Reception. Do you have a booking?

Yes, says Margaret. For a triple.

I see there are four of you, says the person in Reception. Are you wanting an upgrade?

Are there three single beds? asks Gaius.

Yes, says Reception.

Then no, says Gaius. Three beds will suffice. This boy doesn't sleep.

Reception looks hard at the boy, who is Terence.

What does he do then? asks Reception.

I look out of the window, says Terence. 

Fine, says Reception, as long as you don't disturb the other guests.

If I'm bored I'll finish my frog, says Terence,

What's this about a frog? asks Reception.

It's an illustration, says Katherine. Would you happen to have a black pen we could borrow?

We no longer use pens in Reception, says Reception.

But surely you have your own personal pen, says Margaret.

It's a blue one, says Reception. So, sorry. Is there anything else I can help you with before I give you the door card?

Where can we get dinner? asks Katherine.

We have our own restaurant, the Lazy Lizard, very popular with the locals, says Reception. Shall I book you in?

Please do, says Katherine.

Reception books them in to the Lazy Lizard and gives Margaret the door card.

Room ten, says Reception.

They head off to Room ten.

Dump their things. 

And make their way to the Lazy Lizard, where they are shown to a table.

Margaret, Katherine and Gaius look at the menu.

Potato spun prawns, says Gaius. What can they be?

Can I have one? asks Terence.

No, says Katherine. Red drink only.

I won't eat it, says Terence.

All right, says Katherine. At least we'll see what it is.

As for me, says Margaret I'll have the spaghetti bolognaise.

Me too, says Katherine.

Gaius feels he should have something different. 

Surf and turf. What could that be?

Margaret goes up to the counter to order.

Returns with three beers and a red drink.

Am I getting a potato spun prawn? asks Terence.

Yes, says Margaret. 

Terence tries to imagine what it might be.