[Accidental video post]

[The PCD switches on with a fizz, placed on a table in the kitchen of Saul's small riverside house. Saul is sitting by an open window, looking distinctly better than he had last time around, and also looking totally blissed out. He leans out of the window, holding onto a long pole and staring outside eagerly.

A moment later he hauls in the catch - a large cooking pot tied to the edge of the pole, now containing a respectable amount of steaming hot lasagna. With a great bright smile, he sets it down on the table next to a bottle already full of the red wine that rained earlier, and settles into a chair, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction.]

Perfection. Wherever it comes from, they have a fine cook.

[He notices the recording then, but just smiles at it as he switches it off.]