“A lot of oddness on this road some days,” said Fuen.
“Tell me about it,” moaned Reala.
“Half of the weirdos seem to come in here for a drink and all,” said Yuffie.
“Oh, now what’s this?” sighed Reala, looking out the window.
A woman walked past the front windows wearing a yellow hooded mac, with a fishing rod slung over the shoulder and a fresh catch in hand. She made her way to the front door, swung it open and stood at the entrance looking at the assembled Fears.
“Hey lady,” said Yuffie. “Why the long plaice?”