"Don't knock it, you know," Kevin said, finishing off the last of his glass and signalling for another glass. He was definitely getting much more relaxed now. After the day he'd had, he was in dire need of relaxation. "Sometimes the best thing you can just do is just turn off the brain for a while. I do that in the kitchen sometimes. Just hit the off switch and go on autopilot doing the prep." He took another puff off his cigar and knocked some of the ash off into the ashtray. "It's kind of soothing in its own way, just chopping and slicing stuff..." His reverie was interrupted by a particularly loud BLATT from the trumpeter. "Oi! What the hell song are you playing anyway? Doesn't sound like the same one the rest of these chaps are playing!"