Then so Laertes does, stepping outside again to finish off the second sandwich and wash it down with coffee. The sandwich has gone cold by now, but the coffee is still wonderfully hot, and between food and drink, he feels pleasantly satisfied and languorous by the time he's finished. He wipes the last traces of gravy from the thermos and then tucks it into Sagramore's pack. This done, he straightens and tilts his head toward the lake. "Shall we?"