My stomach rumbled suddenly, and Jamie, who had come out of the house behind me, laughed. “Have ye no eaten anything at all yet, Sassenach?” “Well…no. I was busy.” “Well, now ye’re not,” he said firmly, and handed me the plate of buttered corn, fresh roast pork, and yams with chestnuts he was holding. “Sit down and eat, a nighean. Ye’re run off your feet.”
