Klára elbowed Pavel. "Better?"
A neighboring chata owner, an elderly man named Jaroslav, heard the ruckus. He didn't call the police. He arrived with his own bottle of homemade medovina (mead) and a harmonica. For an hour, they were a bizarre trio: the old man wheezing on the harmonica, Klára pumping the accordion, and Pavel singing off-key about a hunter riding his horse into a tavern. czechbitch com
"First," Klára declared, "we forage."