SuLan glanced at Uncle, and the capuchin nodded solemnly.  Then he scrambles up out of her poncho, revealing that he is dressed in a tiny Chinese tunic and trousers, and seats himself on the bar, squeaking softly.<br/><br/>"Apples would be nice, he say.  Thank you very much, he say."<br/><br/>Then the new arrivals drew her golden gaze.  One of them did not hold her interest.  The other, though...<br/><br/>"Aiyah!"