The Peacock 1703

The restaurant isn't that full inside, but like most establishments during this pandemic, they have had to reduce indoor seating, which they have compensated with a large sidewalk patio. Carl is having a multistacked hamburger with a huge side of fries. Stella has opted for the chicken cesar with garlic toast. I am having a veggie burger with fries, Erik is inhaling fettuccini alfredo, and with Stella's guidance Caspar is tucking into a chicken vegetable curry. We all seem to be talked out for now, and I am conscious of the time because I have to be at the mental health team at two-thirty. As though reading my mind, Stella says, "you do realize we are all going with you." "I actually really appreciate that." "And how fortunate that I also happen to have brought with me every single passport I have ever owned over the past eighty years or so, each representing up to, shall we say, a half dozen different countries"