"I hope the cabinets were properly thankful," Asar-Suti grins. "And yes, that's what the stuff in the cookies was called - marijuana. Apparently, there's this fellow here who likes the stuff" - understatement of the century; Hyde fairly oozes it - "and when I oredered cookies for him and me from the bar, she gave me, erm, Hyde-compatible cookies. And Gil, David and I ended up eating more of them in the evening."

He wasn't with Gil back then, Asar-Suti remembers; and David was still human and could eat...