And John was looking down at Chas now, the real Chas. He nodded, and the corner of his mouth twitched. In most people that little twitch would elongate, pull the whole mouth into a smile. In John it didn't.
"Food it is. Hopefully this place caters better than it decorates," John griped. He seemed normal again, the entire altercation just moments ago forgotten. He shifted around Chas to go for the door, and back down to the kitchen.