The mocha skinned man with the katana at his belt offered the one who’d come late a smile.  “No golden ticket?  Too bad, but the consolation prize is always there.  You get to eat the chocolate.”  He shrugged, knowing he was always a purveyor of bad jokes.  “Failing that, you can join us for sushi?  Call me Khayyal.  First role is on me if we can get there in time to eat before we—or at least, I—have to be back here.<br/><br/>He offer’s Alma Brown a smile next.  “Thank you, I’ve had a lovely evening so far.  I hope these letters add a bit of excitement too our lives…  But just a bit.  Would you care to join us for some sushi before the meeting?”<br/>