"Try it, then. Not, you know, by itself, but with the sugar it's excellent--aha, there it is." He snags the lime off one of the shelves, then strolls over to find a knife to cut it into slices and sit beside her. "I remember she made them at Christmas. Granny Helen lived through the worst of rationing during the war, and it made her a bit mad for fruit once it was available again."

Giving in to the whole being-fed concept, for now, he snags two crepes. One he loads with the nutella and strawberries, the other gets sugar and a slice of lime squeezed over it. And then he grabs some sausage too, because an increased protein intake seems like a good idea in light of all the recent and imminent sex.

"Well done, by the way. That was, what, less than twenty minutes from start to finish?"