"It seems it is here, at least. The Bar gave some poor fellow a turkey menorah - something to do with Thanksgiving, for some reason."
David still doesn't get it. But then, Mr. Knox didn't either, so he doesn't feel that bad.
Before he gets a chance to sit down, the door nudges open. "Ah, that'll be dinner." He takes the tray from the rat at the door and sets it on the table.