‘Yeah,’ Daphne says. ‘It’s a lot of waiting around, and getting cold, and we’re the ones on screen but really we’re just a cog in a movie-making machine. We don’t even have that much power, to be honest – I mean, I feel that way, I don’t know about you, Duke.’

Duke nods. ‘Yeah,’ he agrees. ‘I think the studio heads have the most power.’

‘How so?’ asks Evie.

‘They hold the purse strings.’ He shrugs. ‘And when you control the money, you control everything else on the movie too – both for making it, and marketing it. A great movie that doesn’t get marketed won’t get seen, or you can be really clever with marketing and get a mediocre movie a good return. And as studio head, you’re the one everyone is answerable to, so you’re the one with the most agency.’

‘I’d have thought that was directors,’ Evie offers, as their main courses arrive.

‘They certainly act like they’re the puppeteers,’ says Daphne. ‘I mean, not always. Sometimes. The men more so, to be honest.’

Duke shrugs. ‘Sorry,’ he says. ‘For my people.’

‘Here’s to that,’ Magda says, raising a glass. They clink glasses and drink.

‘I wouldn’t mind trying it, though,’ Daphne adds. ‘Directing. Maybe once I’ve established my own production company.’

‘God, ambition is hot.’ Magda winks. ‘Good for you.’

They eat, drink, and generally get merry at dinner, and by pudding Magda is trying to convince everyone to go to a local bar for a nightcap.

‘Come on,’ she says, happily drumming her fingers on the table. ‘Just one,’ she says. ‘Just one!’

Duke is almost tempted. He’s been having such a great time – just chatting, hanging out, being around people and doing something as normal as having a meal in a public place has been so refreshing. And Magda was right: nobody has recognised them. Or, if they have, they’ve left them well alone, which is wonderful. Duke thinks the people of Augsburg are very cool.

‘Oh, look,’ Magda suddenly interrupts herself then. ‘Sorry,’ she announces to the table. ‘I made friends with that woman at the airport. She gave me a Kleenex in the arrivals hall after I spilled my drink on myself. She was the one who told me about this place, actually. Let me just go and say hi.’

Duke carries on chatting as she goes, telling Daphne and Evie that he’s going to have to call it a night.

‘Do you mind? Or do you prefer to go out in the presence of a big burly man?’

‘Actually yes.’ Evie giggles. ‘Do you know one?’