“What's a local paper?” said Ash.
Bugger. “Nothing. It doesn't matter,” said Ronnie. “What I'm trying to say is, if I were a demon, then my friends and I would be dining alfresco on you and your fellow villagers right now wouldn't we?”
“That's a bit odd,” said Stitches, enjoying the verbal badinage going on. “He didn't know what a train or a local paper was, but he didn't question alfresco.”
“Maybe they're into fine food and the atmosphere that upmarket outside dining offers the modern day foody,” said Ollie.
“I don't know about that. Judging from his teeth I reckon most of his meals come from the non mooing end of a cow,” said Stitches.
“That still qualifies as outside,” said Ollie. “Ooh, we're off again.”
“Fair enough,” said Ash, after giving Ronnie's supposition suitable brain tim
