Aldous Crouch was no seer, but he had spent enough time at the Ministry to be more than proficient at reading people. The waitress was acting cagey—why would she have brought up Reuben (or perhaps even Roman, but that seemed decidedly unlikely) were it not something more?

“Yes, well, thank you,” Aldous returned stiffly. If she was not going to offer anything further, he was not going to pry, for prying was entirely ungentlemanly and this interaction had already been reasonably uncomfortable.

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