The waiter came over to the table and smiled politely.
"Is there anything else I can get you two gentlemen?" he asked.
Dave Dawson looked up from his empty plate and shook his head emphatically.
"No thanks," he said. "I'm close to the bursting point right now. Anything more and I'd need a second stomach to hold it. You can bring the check, please."
"Very good, sir," the waiter said, and started over to the cashier's nook.
"I say, just a minute!" Freddy Farmer stopped him. "I'm not quite filled yet. I'll have another piece of that pie, please. And you might bring me another pot of tea. With cream."
The waiter blinked and stared, but caught himself quickly.
