Griffith smiled and gently placed a hand on Scout’s back.  “Everyone’s good at something.”  He said in a hushed tone, “ I… well, let’s just say that with my hobbies, a wasp—at least, one that isn’t poisonous—doesn’t really mean much.”  He heard Cassandra’s call to eat, and his first instinct was to shout heartily in agreement.  While he had no doubt that everyone had seen him and Scout, that would draw eyes and ears their way for long enough to embarrass the poor guy.

That didn’t change the fact that Griffith was getting hungry.  “Say, Scout,” he said, only slightly louder than before,  “as much as I’m a fan of this, you and I should probably get something to eat before the others inhale it all.”