Rather than sit down, the captain waited at the counter, happily chatting with Angus and his boss.

"If you take a seat or pick a table, Angus will bring your order over to you?" Mrs Cosie said.

"It's no trouble I can manage." Davenport said. "Ango here can testify; I am quite nifty with a tray."

It's the first and only time Angus had ever known Davenport refence his time as the director's right-hand man in a joking manner. And Angus nearly dropped a spoon in surprise.

"Butterfingers." Mrs Cosie clucked, fetching him a clean one.

"I think I might go sit outside anyway." Davenport continued as he collects his lunch. In a very fluid motion, he then lifts it; holding the tray teapot and all one handed above his shoulder with just his tail to prop it up. "In fact, would you care to join me, Angus?" he asks.

"Yeah! please." Angus said then realised. "Oh, but I haven't really a break due."

"Take it now if you like." Mrs Cosie told him with a shrug. "We're hardly bursting at the seams, dear. I can spare you for quite a while as well, I should think."

"Or I can swing by at the end of your shift and pick you up? it's a nice day, and You can show me that new project you mentioned in your letters." Davenport suggests. And adds, "This lovely place you have here, by the way Miss."

Angus wasn't sure Davenport meant to flatter Mrs Cosie QUITE so much. He's not sure if Davenport even meant to flatter her on purpose or was just being nice. But it worked like a charm person. Heck, it might as well have been a nat-twenty in persuasion.

"Mrs." Mrs Cosie blushed with a hint of a giggle. "Well-! You know what? if you don't mind waiting a few minutes for him to join you, Mr McDonald."

"Angus? set up for the knit and natter upstairs dearie, and you can finish early." She says gesturing upstairs, "You're always helping me or covering for everyone else. especially that Twinkle! About time that hard work paid off."

"But-?" Angus started.

"And don't worry about your paycheck either! I'll round it up to the hour for today."

"That's very kind Mrs Cosie," Angus started, not wanting insult her generosity. "But are you sure?"

"Oh aye, I insist. It's a bank holiday anyway, right? It's so quiet, I'm sure Gora'thien the blood-soaked and I will manage whatever we have for the rest of this lunch time rush. And Brenda will be in some point as well when she fancies." Mrs Cosie nods. "Have the rest of the day off to catch up with your uncle."

"That is very kind indeed. Angus is to have a coffee and his lunch on me." Davenport beamed fishing back out his wallet with his free hand.

"Daven- ie!" Angus spluttered, "uncle you don't have to. I have my own money."

"You're supposed to have them on the house." Mrs Cosie chides him.

"Well then this'll get us both another tea and a sticky bun for afters then." Davenport says popping some coins on the counter with a wink. And ignores Angus's arguments. "I'll be outside."

"How sweet!" Mrs Cosy exclaims after Davenport heads to the cafés outside seats. Angus turns to her, and she is all of a titter and fanning herself. "Your uncle Davies seems real a diamond."

"A diamond?" Angus asks raising an eyebrow. Mrs Cosie blushes and snaps out of it.

"Oh, don't be cheeky! Off with you, now. Go on dearie. Let's not keep him waiting to long." She said and flapping a tea towel at him, chided him along.

Angus blinks Completely flummoxed by what had go on in front of his very eyes. But did as he was told. And they all teased Dale for falling head over heels the patrons and customers!

Not very long after that, Angus hung up his work cap in favour of his fancy boy cap. Leaving his things in the locker to come back too, Angus went to join his 'Uncle'. As well as taking out a precariously balanced tray his own lunch, and a bun each; as well as a fresh pot of tea for Davenport.

He has to use mage hand to hold the door. Davenport made holding trays one handed so easy! Angus has yet to manage that. He might ask the captain for some tips.

The gnome was sat in the sunshine with a newspaper. And wore very serious expression as he studied the comics.

It still throws Angus sometimes. Davenport was the funny little guy in a smart little suit he'd grown attached to on the moon. Much as Angus loved the captain, the sometimes distant always brilliant Davenport often made Angus do a double take.

Maybe because I don't see Davenport every day, Angus wonders. Or at least as often as I see the others.

Davenport sees him coming, waved, folded up his paper and pushed out a chair for angus to join him.

And then Snorted.

"What?" Angus frowned.

"Nothing." The captain said, then admits. "It just still seems odd to see you with a coffee."

"It's decaff." Angus admitted, putting his Chump-chump special on the table and sitting down. "I find coffee gives me headaches if I have more than one a day? Even a blessed one."

"If I remember rightly, you were helping yourself to coffee on the moon base during some mission or another? And then getting banned from it because you were so jittery." Davenport chuckled, "I think you made it with four expressos, didn't you?"

"Five! the Candle Nights mission. I was trying to stay up to see that everyone was back safe. But yeah. Banned by both Sweetflips, Avi and…Taako."

Angus said. The name feels odd in his mouth still.

But Angus continued switching back to the mission.

"I wasn't allowed in the room while they got the Philopher's stone out of Magnus either."

"Too right. I for one would have gladly been sent out the room." Davenport said, scowling at the memory.

"Killian made it her side mission to make sure I only drank water milk and juice till I was at least fourteen."

"Then 'flipped' when she found out Magnus been letting you have half a pint of a bit hard cider at every summer fare as I recall."

"Yep." Angus smiled. "I mean he would have brought me a full pint of special if I'd wanted. But I preferred to keep a level head."

"I can't talk. One year Merle padlocked the Starblaster fridge." Davenport sighed.

"…Why?"

"We'd run out of apple juice and for some reason that planet's equivalent even transmuted wasn't sweet but filled with sugar. I think they were worried the effect on me. "

Angus laughed. Then said quite plainly. "Why are you here Captain? Where I work?"