“Oh hey, Pudding,” I said sweetly, despite my irritation. He just looked at me like he was wondering what I was doing on the floor so I barrelled on. “I actually got something for you yesterday, but I didn’t see you before lockdown.” “What did you get?” he asked, offering me a hairy hand. I took it and he heaved me upright so fast that my head damn near spun. I ducked back into my cell and grabbed the pot of pudding from my shelf before holding it out to him. “I heard you like-” He snatched it without a word and lumbered back into his cell.
Friend!
