We’d parked ourselves in an extremely expensive, albeit dubious, club, and had dinner. Post-dinner, talk had moved onto the bill.
General Tangent (GM): The waiter tells you that the bill is three pounds.
[A discussion ensues about the size of the bill. It is eventually, and reluctantly, accepted.]
General Tangent (GM): [To TAFKAC] Okay, make a credit rating roll.
General Tangent (GM): Okay you haven’t got any money with you. Emily [TAFKAC’s PC’s NPC personal assistant] normally carries it.
TAFKAC: But she’s here with us.
General Tangent (GM): No she isn’t.
TAFKAC: Yes she is. She was outside in the street with us, and I’m not going to leave her out there, am I?
General Tangent (GM): Okay. [Thinks for a moment]. In which case the bill’s four pounds.