"You always were a generous sot, Scribner." Poirot made his return, having swapped pierrot-checkered mask for a periodically fashionable monacle. He tipped his hat towards the birthday boy, and nodded to the barkeep to ensure his thirsty French arse was included on the 'all around' list. A quick glance confirmed the girls were still absent, and in Jasper's mind, this wasn't a very terrible thing. He nodded to the now revealed Doctor, and turned to sprawl comfortably, and in particular, less Frenchly, against the bar's edge. "Maradona."