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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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..."

"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!"

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

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?"

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

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

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

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

"Well, that's a bit unseemly," Russel muttered as he was swatted away.

"A pipe down!" said Herbie dismissively as he showed Saya how to cook the clams.

Russel frowned, but watched the demonstration carefully.

Herbie spent most of the demonstration flirting and winking at Saya.

Russel tapped his foot on the sand. "If you please..."

"Don't mind if I do!" said Herbie grabbing Saya and giving her loud kiss, "What a dame!"

Russel's eyes widened for an instant, then the look of general disapproval was back. "It's a bit rude to kiss someone else's wife," he stated tersely.

"Ah what are you? A mormon? Lighten up pops!" said Herbie giving Russel a hearty whack on the back.

"Pops?" Russel questioned, dusting himself off as though Herbie's hand had been dirty.

"Well I take it you're older than me by a lot," said Herbie.

"I've just had my one-hundred-and-twenty-seventh birthday," Russel replied.

"Ha! Knew it!" said Herbie.

Russel smiled a bit. "How can you tell?"

"Cause you act like my pops," said Herbie popping a piece of freshly cooked food into his mouth.

"I see..." Russel blinked and decided not to question it further. "Well, I'm quite famished!" He turned to Saya. "Shall we?"

Saya nodded and handed him a plate, "Than you so much Her-bee! This vould haf been a disaster vithout you!" she cooed, giving Herbie a kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, yes, thank you for helping," said Russel. He offered Herbie a friendly smile, though made no move to touch him.

Herbie pinched Saya's cheek, "Always a pleasure to help a classy dame like you!"

"Go on, enough of that." Russel waved a hand at him.

Herbie snorted at him, "Well I'm off to find some fun, there's lots of fires up tonight and there ain't no sense lettin' it all go to waste!"

Russel nodded and bade him goodbye. "Interesting fellow..."

"I like him! He's charming," said Saya with a flick of her tail.

"That wasn't the first thing to come to my mind," said Russel.

Saya giggled and kissed, him, "He's not really your type is he?"