“I’ll have some bread, and some cheese, and some milk … and I suppose I should have some chocolate, just in case. And some of that iced nectar drink, to wash down the chocolate. And some crumbed swimmer cakes, because you should always balance out too many sweets with other things that aren’t sweet. And some chocolate milk, because you should always balance out too many savoury things with other things that aren’t savoury. And some apple pie, with the frosted crust. And some—” “That’s probably enough for breakfast,” Yael drawled, walking into the room.
