Tobias stared at the writing that was etched into the match potatoes. Then he borrowed Valence's fork and mixed the mash potatoes around so the words vanished.<br/>"I see." Tobias said simply. He asked the bartender to give his friend a drink and put it on his tab.<br/>"So it's not just a hunch. Perhaps we should go someplace more secluded to discuss this matter. Unwanted ears could be listening."