"This restaurant has a warm pub feel."

"That it does, April. I discovered it a month ago. Drinks?"

Everyone decided to try the featured Cornish beers. Illya helped Mark carry, coming back with the drinks as a savory pie arrived. Napoleon gave his drink a suspicious look, but he hadn't even sipped yet.

"Uhm, Mark? That pie is staring at me."

Illya smiled at the sardine heads protruding from the edge of the crust.

"Stargazy pie? I did not know you could get this outside of Cornwall."

Napoleon exchanged a glance with the others. This wouldn't be easy.