Horizon of Darkness

Henry and Davalia had a good meal, starting with rabbit soup and then moving on to cutlets with mashed potatoes.

"Well, it's not a Whopper, or even a Wendy's cheeseburger, and the potatoes aren't fries, and the milk smells a bit off, but compared to our greasy spoon at the crossroads..."
Quen, on the other hand, was very pleased. For once, he stopped sulking and thought to himself: "No, Henry, you're wrong. You've never eaten anything like this. The rabbit meat is very tender, much better than the chicken you're used to, although it's similar in some ways. The mashed potatoes, I think, are made with milk, and the texture is very soft. As a spirit, I mainly perceive textures, and even that is difficult, and my sense of taste is very dull... But all my efforts today are more than worth it; this is a very good meal. Tell those people to thank them for me."
-- Thank you, it was very tasty, -- Henry didn't argue, even though he didn't agree with this assessment.
What time is it now? Do we have a chance to pick up the remaining unemployed (Joe, Rada) and head to Viden before it gets late?