"I'm sure you would have," George said. She wondered if he'd survived. He wouldn't be the first person to show up in Madison after they'd died--or on the cusp of dying. Wouldn't be the last, either.
"Better elephants than fava beans and a nice chianti," she replied to his back as he wandered off.
"Fava beans?" Lothario asked, screwing his face up in confusion.
George just rolled her eyes and ignored him while she worked. She loaned out shoes and took them back, rented lanes, gave the returned shoes a good blast of Eau de Fromage, and made change for kids who wanted to play in the arcade. At some point Lothario got the hint and wandered off.
Eventually she looked up and Hannibal was standing in front of her again. "How'd it go?" she asked.