Ffion is outside, making cheerful small talk with customers - well, all right, mainly with the not-wizard and his fancy friend - when Ithel butts in making a nuisance of himself as usual. "Ffion! Come and take over inside for a bit." The problem with actually being paid to work is that she has to do what he says. As she carries the tray of empties through the door, he gives her a dirty look. "You're supposed to be working, not chatting." She ignores him. The inside of the cafe is bustling but it's not so busy that he needs a break. Later, she opens the door again and sees the little square empty. "Oh, they've gone!" "Who?" Rhodri is sweeping up near her. "The foreigner and his friend." "The fancy one with the beads? They left an hour ago. They'd had six cups of tea each." He giggles at her face. "You do know it's closing time, right?"