"You don't need tips from me, Jess," Khaat said. "You always dress well." She took a sip of her coffee. It was delightful. She liked the fullbodied flavor in the Italian coffee. "I could get to like this," she said. "The lifestyle is so different. So relaxed. I've been telling Brian I don't want to retire in England. I want to retire here."
"There could certainly be worse places to retire," Angus laughed. "You really do have to learn Italian if you're going to retire here, though. It does help to be able to talk with the locals."
"Thats what I have you for," she laughed.
"You expect me to translate for you 60 years from now?"
"Yes."
"In 60 years time, I bet I can teach that to you," Angus said.
"What are you teaching her in 60 years?" Brian asked, joining them, limping with his cane.
"Italian."
"Oh. She'll learn that. That won't be an issue," Brian sat down. "Now, how many suits did you tell them I wanted?"
"Why?" Khaat asked.
"They took twice as many measurements as any tailor I've ever seen."
"That's so they fit well, Dear," she kissed him. Angus snapped his fingers at a waiter and ordered another coffee for Brian. It was delivered almost instantly.