Norm can't help but grin at that.  "Cheers, mate.  Give 'em all hell for me.  If you want I can come back later and try to get irate at you."     Despite his mercurial nature, Norm simply can't help liking Patveer and his attitude of cheery bugger-it-all offensiveness.   He doesn't much care for foreigners, but then, he doesn't much care for his own countrymen either.  Miyo is harmless enough, but he can't quite figure out what Bran's deal is.   There's something about the kid that just rubs him the wrong way, and he can't figure out why.  Probably because he projects an aura of knowing far, far too much for his own good.   He can't be out of secondary school, and yet he seems to act and talk and think like someone twice his age.   Best keep an eye on that one, Norm decides.<br/><br/>"Ah, there you are.  We were wondering where'd you run off to," he says in Chris' direction.   "C'mon.  I said tea's on me, and if you know me you'll realize what a rare offer that is.   I'm having second thoughts about it now, in fact.  But once something's said, it can't be unsaid."<br/><br/>Once at the coffeeshop, he orders a green tea chai latte and claims a table with four seats.<br/><br/>"All right, Ju--Bran," he corrects himself,  "care to bring the rest of us up to speed?"<br/>