"I'd call it a jynnan tonix but you're close enough," Ford said as he chewed the last of his peanuts. He was already getting fidgety for something else to do. So he tilted his head back and poured the remaining contents of the packet (mostly salt) into his mouth. The he brushed the bits that had missed off his shirt and jacket and stood up.

"Well my sensitive nosed friend, it looks like I'm off to bigger and better things," Ford said and slapped his sopping wet towel over his shoulder as well as his satchel. "You're free to come if you like, you never know when you might need to know what the last thing somebody's had to drink, eh?" With a wave and a wiggle of the eyebrows he headed towards the door. Ford didn't wait for Ein to answer, figuring that the wierd kid could do whatever it was he wanted.