Our two ferroequinologists are returning to the model railway room after a substantial meal including lasagne and knickerbocker glories with cake and coffee to follow.

The door of the creative writing room has something thumping at it from the inside.
“What could that be?” asks the Black Belt Caterpillar Wrestling.

“Probably something reacting to you standing here”

“Oh no, not Arrakis all over again, I told them sandworms are nothing to do with caterpillars!”