The Hypello behind the counter returned from the kitchen with a bowl of mashed potatoes and rested it on a tray. The stew would be ready shortly.

"Okay, let me get this straight. This bird--Beatrice--was takin' you to Adelaide, who was supposed to send you two back home. An' somewhere on your way, you found yourself here." He picked at his mustache as he thought. "You sure you didn't run into anything? Remember any odd sounds or sensations?"

Did a kid Greg's age know the meaning of the last word he said? Barkeep just assumed so. He normally wouldn't have these sorts of conversations with the youth soccer team.