...the auburn haired lassie wanders back onto the beach after a night spent sleeping beneath pine boughs in a nearby wood. She rubs her eyes because she can't believe what she sees: Mudcatters, bedraggled, looking like they have not slept, still singing! Still playing! Still drinking! She sets about making them some coffee, heating water in a can over the driftwood fire...good thing Dave and Amos remembered some basic supplies...and Sorcha is attempting to make some sort of bread cooked on hot rocks...while Mbo is returning from a brief blackberry-picking expedition, his legs scratched by brambles and his lips slightly tinged with purple... ah! here it is: dark-roasted beans brewed extra strong, with chicory and hot milk...N'awlins style coffee on a Northeast beach! is there anything more decadent? Hey, can we get some beignets here? with blackberry jam? breakfast and song and salt sea air...ahhh.....