him through small, bleary eyes. Uncomprehending eyes. "Oh, my dear young man!" he said.

Chris turned away with Camilla. He could no longer trust himself to speak.

"Poor fat man," said Camilla softly, and she could not suppress a giggle.

"It's lunch time," said Chris. "The vendomat will be empty. Before we go back to tell the others, we could get a bite to eat there ... together."

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