Yaz poached a large chunk of Max’s steak. “I thought you were vegan,” Max protested. “I’m a flexatarian, you idiot.” “A flexi-whaty-what?” “A flexitarian. I don’t choose to order meat or animal products for environmental reasons, but if it’s already dead and presented to me I won’t let it go to waste.” “My steak was not presented to you. Neither was it going to waste. I was about to eat the blooming thing!” “Don’t you care about my iron and B12 levels?” “No. But even if I did, I’d tell you to order your own chuffing steak.”
