It is precious eerie, I recall. So many taverns and no one at all to taste any of their wares. I cannot understand it. [Even for heaven, it's quite strange.]

[...Kind of strange, like the monkey that just jumped of the nearest potted plant to land on Bush's shoulder. He gives a Very Manly Yelp of surprise, and tosses the thing off him. It lands on the floor, ooking and staring up at them, before vaulting back up again, this time headed for the perch of Archie's shoulders.]