"Alright so, moving on," River said, "I''ve got the rabbit judge, he's a savory foodie. Names Lord Cobbler, and yeah he's a character. I hear that he dressed up his two adult sons for the balls and that both are about to enter perhaps their second or third society season." "He dresses up his sons?" Chip said, leaning back in his seat. "He dressed up his sons! That's adorable!" Sam said. Chip took a long breath as both he and Sela shrugged. "I know right?" River said. "Well okay. So we've got information about the fox, the mouse and the rabbit," Chip said, "And there is not a lot of overlap, so now I need to understand how the contest works, because if all three blastfurnaces are up for grabs, well my uncle brits fishpops have to float to the top like a ship." "Yeah, I don't think that the baron is going to like fishpops," River sighed. "But we can make something he will like, we just have to figure out if we can make something that can satisfy what the ... Lord Cobbler? And Baron Cornflower want to eat," Chip said. "We could also make a killing betting on this contest," Sela said. The whole table turned to face him. "Pardon me, I'm sorry what?" Sam said. "If we go to the wagering market... we're working really hard on this. I imagine that one of the otters out there will make a bet on this. How many contestants are there?" Sela said, leaning in. Eyeing them one by one, Sela's eyes gave an expression of 'don't ruin this for me'. "I think.. fifteen? Correct me if I am wrong?" Chip said. After a brief silence, Chip groaned, downing the rest of his coffee mug. The serving mouse darted out to take the empty mug. "None of you got that important bit of information?" Chip said. "Fish daddy- we uh..." Sela said. "It's okay," Chip cut him off, "We've got time. Actually does anyone know exactly how much time we have." The serving mouse returned with another mug as Chip pursed his lips in silence. "Seems like we're missing out on a bunch of stuff. Okay, in that case when are we meeting again?" Chip said. "Two days?" River said, smoothing her head with her wing. Sam and Sela nodded. "Okay. Well I hope that we have something by then..." Chip said.