”“You’re not supposed to understand that.”“Nor your being a python nor me an eagle.”“Hmmm. Do you fight?”“No. Pushing in the hallway... but no real fighting.”“Do you retaliate?”“Not worth it. But I have a plan. A Pitjantjara plan.”“Can you explain to me?”“Sure. I’m gong to point the bone at them.”“You’re not serious!”“Sort of. I don’t know the dances, and I haven’t the spells. But it seems to be mental. I’ve smoothed a white chopstick. It’s like a prepared bone (long and impressive, so kangaroo. We sat back down on the settee and I poured her another drink and said try not to spill that one, we laughed and she said I will do my best not too but if I do I will try and get it down you this time. I laughed and said why’s that so I have to get my tits out too. She smiled and said of course, I replied you don’t have to waste good wine throwing it over me for me to get my tits out you need to get me to drink it. To which she said here let me top your glass up, I laughed and said there not as. “Thwaaaack”. My head jerked up as the swat landed square on the sit spot on my left cheek. God, he’d put some strength behind that. “Aaaaahh!” I caught my breath. “One… thank you, sir.” I gasped. “Please… may I…. have another?” I managed to force out, despite the fact that, on one level, I wanted anything but. “You may”, he sniggered. “Since you ask so nicely.” The swat returned to my right cheek. Again, he tapped several times, building the suspense before bringing it cracking down to give. Most of the public loos seem to closed nowadays, or at least they are when I need them. Anyway, it’s my round, so let me top that one up for you.”He stirred the air with a slight circular movement of his right index finger. Ty watched as his coffee cup half filled from the bottom up with steaming black coffee, then topped up to the top with frothy milk and even the chocolate shape materialised on top of the froth. He looked at the cup then the old man, who nodded back to him. Ty picked the cup.