“Hi, I’m Kelly and I’ll be your server today!” A woman had arrived at Piglet’s table: all teeth, baseball cap and pinstriped uniform. Piglet looked up. “It looks like you’re a hungry little pig,” Kelly said without missing a beat. “Let me guess—you want one of everything? What would your dad say about that?” She affected a Derbyshire accent. “Typical Pig.” “What?” Piglet said, eyebrows contracting. “I said, I’ll get you started with some water and give you a few minutes to take a look at the menu.”

