The inn's guests return to reading their newspapers. Erna squeezes Autor's shoulder. "::Well done, son.::"

"::Yes, Autorchen, well done!::" Clara says, wrapping her arms about his waist.

"::Ah, thank you,::" Autor says, his cheeks dusted with pink. "[Should we get back to cooking now?] ::Should we get back to cooking now, Mutterchen?::"

"::Yes, that's probably for the best,::" she says, and heads back to the kitchen.