He looked at the duck. "Osmond, it appears we have a guest. Shall we make tea?" To Cheryl "You do like tea, don't you?" "Bourbon. Early Times." she said, "Tea makes me...behave oddly." "Bourbon it is then" he said. He walked towards a large, dusty sideboard. She hoped he wasn't going to use one of the dusty glasses that sat on top of it. "I'm Cheryl" she said, feeling good that she didn't just blurt out another obsurdity like "Cheese is a funny color, don't you think?" "And now I'm to tell you my name, I suppose? Well, you already know Osmond." he said, pointing the ducks beak towards her without turning around. The motion caused his back muscles to flex. "Swimmer" she thought, "Without question, a swimmer."