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She perched on the side of the bed and took another s before she continued, "I didn’t knohere to get forks"

"I don’t care," he said He didn’t He was just so da real food, with real flavor That required real chewing Why people thought that clear liquids were the key to recovering froan to fantasize about cottage pie Dessert wasto need sohtly crisped from the oven He could almost taste it

He looked over at Honoria So to be able to sneak that out of the kitchen in a tea towel

Honoria reached for another piece of the tart "What are you reading?" she asked

"Miss Butterworth and the, er" He looked down at the book, which lay pages down and open on his bed "Mad Baron, apparently"

"Really?" She looked stunned

"I couldn’t bring myself to crack open Reflections and Illuminations of a Small Unpopulated Area of Scotland"

"What?"

"This one," he said, handing her the book

She looked down and he noticed that her eyes had to move quite a distance to take in the entirety of the title "It looked quite descriptive," she said with a little shrug "I thought you would enjoy it"

"Only if I orried that the fever hadn’t done "

"You should read it, then," he said with a gracious wave "I shan’t ether peevishly "Did you look at anything else I brought you?"

"Actually, no" He held up Miss Butterworth "This was really quite intriguing"

"I can’t believe you’re enjoying it"

"You’ve read it, then?"

"Yes, but – "

"Did you finish it?"

"Yes, but – "

"Did you enjoy it?"

She did not seee of her distraction and pulled the tea towel closer Another few inches and the treacle tart would be entirely out of her reach

"I did enjoy it," she finally said, "although I found some parts to be implausible"