Mac glares at me while maintaining his smile. “Just last week, you had an entire conversation with your salad about how if you could take a pill that made the lettuce taste like crisps, the two of you could actually be mates.” “That was a conversation between me and the romaine,” I quip, hating the way he mimicked my Cornish accent. No matter how hard I try to ditch it, that West Country twang slips out. “And you shouldn’t have been earwigging.”
Fun Fact: I originally had "romaine" written as "arugula" but then remembered that the British don't call it arugula, they call it Rocket! Sadly, the majority of my American readers wouldn't know what Rocket meant, so..it was changed to Romaine! One of the many joys of being an American writer with British characters!
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