'Fair enough. I’ve got a cart down at the front.”
Alex hoisted an eyebrow. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“They’re cheaper than they used to be. The kids aren’t back from lower U for another four hours. You got anything you want to do before we’ve got them underfoot?”
“The only two things I’ve been looking forward to were seeing people and a bowl of Hassan’s noodles.”
The look of embarrassment passed over Min’s face and vanished again in an eyeblink. “There’s a great noodle shop over on the south face. Garlic sauce that’ll knock you sideways. But Hassan packed it in about four years ago.'