[Beyond the garbage cans to his right, he could make out some figures. He had only stepped towards them when he was grabbed from behind] (I think I'll ignore that one) Meera dialed the number, and was surprised when it just kept ringing. Uncle Ram was home, she knew -- or had been when she'd stormed out. She frowned, trying to decide whether he was angry and ignoring the telephone, or had left the house. He was impatient with telephones in general, and so he'd never purchased a mobile nor set up an answering system. It kept ringing. Dick watched her, and she realized she was making faces as she waited. She stifled a giggle, then shrugged and hung up. "No answer." "You can always try again later. Come have some supper?" Meera blushed. "You're rather kind." "No point in being any other way. My pa was a kind man, too, and it makes me think of him." "Do you eat meat?" "Yes, why?" "Oh, I thought there was a good chance you were vegetarian. Mutton stew work for you?" "Yeah." Dick fetched a pot from the little refrigerator. "I was hoping you did, since there's not much in this house but mutton as far as food at the moment." He grinned at her impishly.