We are at some sort of food place where there's barbecue or sausage links or something involving pork you can eat for breakfast. It's Christmas Day (or some sort of holiday) so we feel bad about ordering and making the people there work.
The ferrets are there, too, and they're scuttling around, playing. We are aware that Gonzo isn't alive, but he's sure as hell there, nipping at Felix and hopping around making clucking noises.
The details are sort of lost. But it was good to see him again.