You know you have to feed them, right?’ Harry shakes his head. ‘Annie, he has eaten every damn bit of food England can provide, from the border to here. I swear he puts away more than Ralf does.’ A delighted, if somewhat manic, glint appears in Annie’s eye. Harry turns to Iain, his expression forbearing. ‘Annie’s a feeder. She’s eyeing you up like a Christmas goose, Iain. You and your appetite are about to become her favourite people.’
