A boy named Sous

Priestly hadn't even noticed they were there, in fact. Tourists in big hats were somewhat less common at night than in the middle of the day, but they definitely weren't unheard of, and locals like him and Tish had long since gotten used to them.

"Two?" the hostess asked, giving Tish and Priestly a bright smile, and not even blinking at the height of Priestly's blue mohawk. "Right this way."

As she led them to their table, Tish, still holding Priestly's hand, leaned in to playfully bump his shoulder. "See? I told you."

"Man," Priestly said. "I usually at least get a double take. You warned them ahead of time, didn't you?"

"I'll never reveal my secrets."