Joe smiled back at him. "You carried by luggage upstairs," he remembered. "Took you for the hotel boy. But you weren't around later. Give me a second, I'll be right back."

He went back out again, to rummage in his crates for the desired drink, which he returned to the counter.

Producing two glasses from the cabinet and a bottle of milk from the fridge, he proceeded to pour for both his guests.