"Alright, that's enough." Heather claps her hands together and scatters the children. "Go on, the lot of you." She shoos them away, with an imperious gesture. She's usually good for a sweet or three, so most of them, all but the very youngest, a three year old little girl, scatter to the winds. "You too."

The little girl holds out the hand not in her mouth.

"No sweet today. Come back tomorrow." Heather says, shooing the little girl away. She looks at the older man, sizing him up. "Well, darling, now that I've rescued you, what say you to a drink?"