"Mm, not sure. Elevenish?" Brian glanced up at the clock. "Er. Or perhaps a bit later." He needed to get his internal clock looked at, it seemed.

He noticed the people behind the bar, too, and the fact that Wensley wasn't doing anything about it. His normally proprietorial air in relation to the bar and the kitchen seemed to have lifted; he was very relaxed. Wens didn't drink, though. Brian was puzzled.