Arjun pops up in the window of the restaurant door. ‘Ollie!’ he barks. ‘Balls,’ says Ollie, trying a belated duck. ‘I can still see you!’ ‘He’s had me dicing on and off since Tuesday,’ Ollie says miserably, dragging his feet as he turns towards the kitchen. ‘If you do get a massive reward for that last ring, will you buy me an invisibility cloak?’ ‘You told me yesterday that you were loving the chance to help prepare the food,’ Mrs SB says. ‘Yes, but I’ve got blisters,’ Ollie says mournfully, as he walks into the kitchen with the air of a man tasked with saving the planet against his will.
