Food! Food! Food for hungry men. Food enough for a wolf pack. Come on. Help yourselves!
Tarrasch.
Look, Brander! What a larder! Here’s a dinner for forty men. Isn’t it?
Rada.
Better take your pick before the others come.
(She thrusts dishes into Brander’s hands and loads Tarrasch with bottles. They lay the table with them, Rada seeming to share their eagerness.)
Brander (looking at his hands).
Here! Bring me a basin of warm water. There are times when you can’t touch food without washing your hands.