“Honour is satisfied,” announced Flabbitt. “First blood has been drawn. Ronnie, you are victorious.”
“Well met, Monsieur Ronnie” said Michel, getting to his feet. “Ah have been bested by the betterrr man.” With that he simply vanished.
“So, what now?” asked Ronnie.
“Hold your hands out,” said Flabbitt.
Ronnie did as he was bid. A quiet pop and a puff of smoke announced the arrival of the second Cup handle.
“Thanks, Flabbitt” said Ronnie. “So I guess that's it. Can I go now?”
“Indeed. Unless you want to stay for a bit longer. I've rather enjoyed you being here.”
“Well I appreciate the sentiment,” said Ronnie, heading for the front door, “but I think it's a bit too hectic round here for my liking.”
“Fair enough. Goodbye, Ronnie.”
“Bye, mate.”
The door banged shut, almost catching R
