"I've forgotten," Conan said and sat down next to mother. Now all three ladies laughed. A worried waiter rushed up.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Winterfell, but is this person with you? You see, his outfit isn't quite right for this place."
"I understand he's not dress appropriately for this place, but he's still going to sit with us and eat. You see, that's my son."
The waiter cast a curious glance at Conan, then accepted the order and rushed to the kitchen. Conan watched after him with raised eyebrows, yet remained silent after the waiter was completely away. Then he addressed Callan's mother.
"How come this unworthy person is permitted to talk to you like that?"
"Don't take it so much to the heart, Callan," Mother smiled and turned to her girlfriends. "You see, he has so far categorically refused to study history, but now, apparently in the attempt to get a car for Christmas, he is immersed into studying the entire early middle age. But history alone won't help here, buddy, you have to get satisfactory grades in the other subjects as well."
The girlfriends nodded in agreement. Conan, who hadn't understood a thing from the conversation, was silent. The waiter appeared, brought salads and appetisers.
Conan, following the instructions of the druids, did not say a word, although many of them seemed extremely strange and unusual to him. However, when he started to eat the second dish, he could no longer restrain himself.
"Oh, mother, what's this bubbly plant?" he asked, lifting a fork with a pricked potato into the air.
Now not only Rose and her girlfriends laughed, but also people at the near tables. Ms Alder leaned over the table, looked coquettishly into Conan's eyes, and said, in her own opinion, in a cheerfully girlish voice. "Dear friend, if these plants get you so excited, then you can come to my sister's farm to plant potatoes in the spring."
Conan grabbed his mother's girlfriend's plump hand and kissed her reverently. "I thank you, Lady, and know that I will gladly fulfil any task you have set for me to get the seedlings of these wonderful plants. It will bring happiness and prosperity to our whole family!"
The laughter grew louder. Only Ms Alder didn't join them. Being firmly convinced of her beauty and sexual attraction, she had no doubt that she has woken up strong feelings in her girlfriend's son, perhaps it was even the first love that Callan had hidden so far and was now using the occasion to draw attention to himself. The crummy lady pursed her lips in a pout and gave Conan a glowing look that unfortunately remained unanswered as the chosen victim was currently busy emptying the glass of champagne.
Then Ms Alder decided to change tactics. She looked Conan in the eye and sighed pitifully. This time the sigh was heard, but misunderstood. Conan decided that the pitiful moan was devoted to the grilled pork on Alder's plate, which she alone had ordered, trying to pretend to be subtle and afraid that a signature chop wouldn't be enough for her.