only Arsenic was offered the plate of scones. Arsenic, too nervous to eat, waved it away. The captain seemed to find this the first thing about Arsenic not to her liking. “You don’t want a scone? But everyone wants scones.” Arsenic didn’t know what to say. She didn’t like scones – nasty dry things – and she hadn’t a large appetite, regardless. She’d already consumed a perfectly sufficient breakfast. She wouldn’t need to eat again for ages. “I’m na… That is… I’m na a verra good eater.”
