“I’ll have a stout, or do you have any porter by any chance?”

The waitress took off her sight from the menu.

“No sorry, no porters”

“All right, which stouts you have?”

“Guinness, Dark Albert, le Cocq Extra, Duck Rabbit”

“Get me a Cocq Extra then” said the guy after a little pause.

“And for the lady?” “For me just a Fanta please” and the young woman caressed her swollen belly before the waitress could even think on how lame it was to have soft drinks at 11 at night in a pub.