"Bellydancers!" Garret perked up immediately at the mention of those forbidden artistes. His mum had always been against them and their art, and had warned him from a very young age that no good came out of fraternising with belly dancers. But he'd been fascinated by them ever since his cousin Mars came home from his Great World Tour and shown him photographs of his visit to Turkey.

"Were they real ones?" he asked, popping a toffee out of it's crinkly wrapping and tossing it into his mouth as he waited for Cela's answer eagerly, "Wot kinda costumes did they wear?"