Kommentarlos ist die Einladung in den Postfächern des Dorfes gelandet. Dem zuvor, ist ein kleiner Disput im einladenden Haushalt vorgekommen:

You really oughta come on out to the village sometime, Cylla.

Why should I? Most folk here are daft eejits, lost in wee trifles.

Maybe you oughta spend a little less time with that village group and a whole lot more time with real folks?

Aye, I’ll just pop intae the nearest pub an’ mix wi’ the common folk.

Yeah … or we could just throw a barbecue and invite some folks over.

That would, o’ course, be a grand idea, but I dinnae think we’ll find muckle point in doin’ so.

I trust you to pull it off. Just let me know when you wanna do it. After all, this is your social life we’re talkin’ about, not mine.

I’m workin’ somethin’ oot.