“So take it down about three point sizes, please, Garamond.” Clive was back and sliding the drinks onto the scarred coffee table. “‘Gaz’ is short for ‘Garamond,’ of the Fonty Garamonds,” he explained. “As in, the actual font,” Joss piped up. “His grandfather invented it.” “He’s mad as pants. Won’t even read anything in sans serif,” Gaz said.
