" No, it's a kilt. And, if you get the next round, you'll note that the thing in his sock is a knife." Jer smiled at Scott's worried look and took a l...ng pull on his beer."The locals originated on a place on Old Earth called the Scottish Highlands. Evidently, it's a traditional garment they brought with them when they moved here. If it wasn't all sewn up with pleats it would be termed a plaid. They're supposed to be made of enough cloth to fully cover a man at night; kind of like a ready-made. Townsend. Trina Townsend." Laura, Laura Robbins," Laura said, taking her hand very briefly."Friend of Rina's? You know she dead." I know," Laura said, letting her pain show, maybe too much pain. "You look... so much like her. It really got to me."Now she smiled. Laura wanted to faint with happiness, seeing the smile. "We did look a lot alike. Should. Same egg." Could I... you know, buy you a cup of coffee or something?" Anything, so you don't just walk out of my life forever?"I'm sorry, I. Tim thinks of me as Leslie, which is fine, but most of my friends call me Les, it fits me more.”Tim is taken back as the woman who is like a second mother to him has always been Leslie to him. But then he remembers his mother used to call her Les. And Leslie, well Les, would call his mother named Cynthia, Cyn, pronouncing it ‘Sin.’ Les takes them into the dining room, thanking both for their offerings. She has Tim open the wine while getting the rest of the food for the table. “Let’s eat. After they left, the servant appeared carrying a tray with a cut glass decanter and a glass.“His highness thought you might appreciate this Sahib,” he murmured, bowing as he left.David smelt the decanter after removing the stopper. It was whiskey and the taste confirmed it as a malt whiskey of a superior brand. After a small drink he reluctantly put it on the table and blew out the candles before climbing into bed. He was asleep in seconds.He awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. Looking at.