[DARISC]

Being a licensed euphemist with years of exprience in the field, Plinth, a slightly built middle aged gentleman of good breeding and education, was all the more shaken to his very roots upon finding himself speechless when served a bowl of soup accompanied with an inverted spoon by the surly waiter, who rudely distracted his attention as he sat in quiet repose, pondering the small wrens flitting about the splashing courtyard fountain and racking his brain trying to remember what it was that he'd forgotten while waiting for his soup.