A _mass_ or two apiece later he looked carefully at the name engraved on
his earthenware mug. "Löwenbräu," he said. He took a small notebook from
his pocket and a pencil, noted down the word and returned the things.
"That's a queer looking pencil you have there," I told him. "German?"
"Venusian," he said. "Oops, sorry. Shouldn't have said that."