[Such birdlike grace! She didn't hear him, but the way he alights kicks up a wind she has to brace against - namely, to protect her hat.

For a fleeting moment, she imagines Gustav before her, but that was impossible. Gustav was gone, had been for some time. Never could it be said that others couldn't have wings, though. So, she tips her hat to him in a welcome gesture.]

Hot dogs, you say? Honestly, that would be one of the stranger things I've fished up. [But not the worst.] It must have been a pretty big mess.