Re: Allan
"Be back in a tick," Allan promised and levered himself to his feet and ambled off to the Mocha, making a half hearted attempt to tuck his shirt in but leaving the bits of grass that were stuck to his back and in his hair.
"Jug of tea, midarlin'," he said to Joy. "An' two glasses, if yer please."
And because she was bemused by Allan and didn't know Chloe Joy poured the jug and provided clean glasses without snideness or protest.
Allan carried them back to Chloe with a triumphant grin and a wistful little sigh because she really was as pretty as a show pony - and delicate too, especially around the fetlocks.