02 - A Plan To Hunt
The landlord drew off a pewter pint of small beer from the back corner barrel and passed it down the bar to Nancy to take over. He passed the doctor's order to George whilst Master Fox laughed amusedly at the doctor's effusiveness: "A pint of something for the doctor, Georgie."
Little George Collins' eyes scanned the barrels he could see and then went wide, worried by an order he didn't have by heart. "Do we 'av Something? We...we got Peculiar..."
"Give the doctor something you think he'd like," his father clarified, and steadied the child as his fuzz-crowned head dropped from view with an expression of great concentration. There came some sounds of small wandering feet and eventually some glugging, then more pattering again.
"It appears there's a great number of folk in here," Master Fox observed, looking about and letting Nancy keep tabs on his tab. "Have I missed something? It is before noon, isn't it, John?"
"Just about." John took a tankard handed up to him, absolutely deadpan, and slid it across to Dr. Lovelace. It fizzed slightly and had a lump of rock sugar rattling around the bottom. "There've been strange things going on-"
He paused and looked over at his next eldest daughter, who'd just come out of the door to the kitchens. "-yes, Beth?"
"It's back, Dad," Beth said, pointing, then belatedly curtsied at the full room and the squire right there, looking put out.