[center][b] Das the Hobo[/b][/center]
[center][i]”Is there really an admission fee?”[/i][/center]

	Das shrugged his shoulders and plopped down next to Vivian not bothering to throw his small rucksack anywhere. As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t much to toss anyhow. The wooden seat was comfortable enough, as if he hadn’t sat on worse, and the warm company next to him was well invited. He looked at Vivian and gave her a smile, “you called?”