Oh dear. He had messed up again. This was awkward. It seemed befriending other community leaders was going to be a bit trickier than he had anticipated. Gabriel hid his flustered face behind his glass as he took a long drink. The liquid tickled his throat and tears sprang into his eyes. His adam's apple bobbed above his Roman collar.

"That's, yes, the sea is wonderful..." he said vaguely, more occupied with suppressing the need to cough. Then, recovered, he added: "There's quite a few less salubrious areas though. Have you visited the Cragg or Tate Hill?" This was the part where they teamed up to fight poverty together! Alright, he was a little less hopeful of that outcome now, but he could still try.