Fitch continued stuffing his face with chicken, and his eyes slowly but surely wandered out the window. He began daydreaming as he ate, hearing a conversation about thanks and repaying debts, but it seemed miles away to him at that point. He was off somewhere on the sea, chasing after some great leviathan... and also eating chicken, but that was beside the point. Eventually he was jostled from his daydream by a new sound, the sound of a man shouting. He heard something about a speech, and the President. He turned towards his friends, completely oblivious to whatever they'd been speaking about. "Aye, do you lot think we should go to that?" He motioned towards the window, where the town crier was passing by.