Lurking in the alley between Bombilo's cafe and the chariot repair shop were Lavinia and Don. The faun was wearing an honest-to-god's trench coat over his tie-dye T-shirt, as if that made him look inconspicuous. Lavinia wore a black cap over her pink hair.

"C'mere!" she hissed.

"But dinner -"

"We need you!" 

"Is this a mugging?"

She marched over, grabbed my arm and pulled me into the shadows.

"Don't worry, dude," Don told me. "It's not a mugging! But, like, if you do have any spare change -"

"Shut up, Don," said Lavinia.

"I'll shut up." Don agreed.