It's been a while since Edmund took an evening to sketch people in the bar.
And it's been a while since he had dinner here. No insult at all to his sisters' cooking, but that in itself is a good reason to make it out here every so often. (Edmund is well aware that his own cooking can be insulted somewhat, which is another reason to do so.)
Tonight there's a
special on, it seems. So Edmund has the remains of a meat pie pushed to one side -- leftovers make lunches the next day -- and has turned his attention to his sketchbook, and quick character studies of the people and scenes around him.