Oyster Po Boy from Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
“Fine,” Grey repeated, more firmly. “Mere formalities. As I said.”
“As you said,” Byrd echoed, with a trifle more skepticism than was entirely becoming. “Covering their arses, I expect.”
“Certainly that,” Grey agreed dryly. “Let us find a little food, Tom. And we must find a bed, as well. Do you know anywhere suitable?”
“To be sure, me lord.” Tom squinted in consideration, and after a moment’s consultation with the detailed map of London he carried in his head, pointed off toward the east.
“The Lark’s Nest; decent house round the corner,” he suggested. “Do a nice oyster pie, and the beer’s good. Dunno about the beds.”
Grey nodded.
“We’ll chance the fleas for the sake of the beer.”
Diana Gabaldon, Lord John and the Haunted Soldier (Part I – Inquisition)












