Spaghetti's important! [ hey, don't knock his favourite food —

but he starts racking his brains, trying to think where they are and where the places he's idly taken note of are relative to the park — eventually, he starts leading them along the path to the left in a brisk walk. all the while he's explaining, so excited his words kind of run into each other, ]

There's this one small restaurant, right in between the entertainment district and then the area round the docks, reckon that might do — I pop in sometimes to see the owners, I helped the old lady carry in new furniture a few weeks back. She's real nice, and the food looks aces, she uses all fresh herbs and shit, none of that store-bought stuff, you know? [ he actually has to stop for breath, here, because, you know, lungs and all now. ]

Anyway, even if I turn back before we get the food, pretty sure you'll like it, so it's not a wasted trip however it goes.