Initiative was taken: two stout bottles of beer and a cloth-covered basket occupy the mid-section of the bench. Ellis is sat at one end, tunic laces undone, slightly sweaty from whatever he had been engaged in at the training yard.

(It was tennis. Jone can still trounce him nine times out of ten, despite best efforts.)

A tip of the head in greeting, welcoming Tony to both basket and seat, as Ellis closes the book he'd been occupying himself with.