Tristan felt embarrassed. He had already made the man replace one drink. He couldn't stand the thought that he'd have to replace another. He didn't want to seem choosy and demanding. "Oh no, really, I quite like it." And to demonstrate, he quickly took a sip and managed to keep his face plain.

It was the food he was here for anyway, and he was delighted when the woman brought a plate of delicious looking fish and chips. It smelled fantastic. "That looks delicious, ma'am, thank you," he called out to her. He put some of the ketchup on his plate and began to eat. Then he turned back to the barman. "So what happened to the rooster?"