[Archie didn't arrive with a coat and thinks a bit ruefully of it as he watches Bush remove his. He's lucky he showed up in the rest of his clothing, though, given that he was only wearing bandages last time he knew anything. Perhaps Heaven has a tailor.]

Oh, it's far better. Try the goose; you'd think it was Christmas, to taste it. [For his own part, he gets himself a helping of beef and boiled carrots.]

[As he regains his seat, he gives the thing a sidelong glance.] It appears to be unarmed; bludgeoning it seems a bit excessive.