[uncledaddy]

"Oh, of course!" Russel frowned. "I haven't got one of those."

[Red Lion]

"What sort of feller don't carry a pocket knife? It's one 'a the most handy things a man can have," said Herbie.

[uncledaddy]

"Especially if you're in the habit of eating shellfish, I suppose," Russel remarked.

[Red Lion]

"An for just about anything else," said Herbie.

[uncledaddy]

"Like apples! Or bits of rope... I suppose it could be useful for opening packages, as well," mused Russel. "Cutting flowers..."

[Red Lion]

"And if you get into bar fights with dirty Krauts!" added Herbie.

[uncledaddy]

"Bar fights with... good 'eavens!" Russel clucked disapprovingly at the idea. "Nonetheless, I may wish to get one of these knives for other purposes."

[Red Lion]

"Never know when a dirty Kraut will sneak up on ya, best to be prepared," said Herbie with a twirl of his mustache.

[uncledaddy]

"It 'asn't happened yet," Russel said dismissively as he eyed Herbie's mustache with mild fascination. "Who've we even got of that description other than our police chief? I hardly think he'll be springing on me unexpectedly any time soon. Even if 'e is rather like a spider..."

[Red Lion]

"Krauts have a way of blending in...so you never know," said Herbie, his eyes darting back and forth, "For all I know...you could be one!"

[uncledaddy]

"Ha!" Russel beamed at him. "That's absurd. Come on, then; let's get to cooking these things."

[Red Lion]

Herbie snorted and began preparing more clams, he noticed that Saya was staring quite intently at his mustache. He winked at her, "Wanna touch it?"

[uncledaddy]

"I'm a bit curious about it, myself," said Russel. "I never could grow a proper mustache."

[Red Lion]

Herbie beamed as he let Saya feel his mustache, "Helluva stache isn't it?" he asked, Saya giggled, "yes it is!"

[uncledaddy]

"How does it stay like this?" asked Russel as he moved in to poke at Herbie's mustache as well.

[Red Lion]

Herbie swatted his hand, "Ladies only pal!" he said, "And that's my secret,"