Scouting Is All About Timing

“Why is that old man staring at me like that?”

He looked overflowing with enthusiasm.

He was wearing an examiner’s badge, and had been staring intently at me for a while now.

I couldn’t even begin to guess how seriously he intended to judge me.

I was sitting in the waiting room, drinking the refreshments they had provided.

This is pretty good. It tastes like fruit juice, and it’s sweet and quite nice.

Since it tasted better than what I’d had at Reinhart, it might be fairly expensive.

‘They have plenty of other desserts, too.’

There weren’t any modern-style pastries loaded with cream and sugar.

But they were the plain sort that let the natural ingredients speak for themselves...