"It sounds a bit watery; but I don't mind, so long as it's hot. Oh, how lovely it would be!"
"Sole meunière. That's Roy's favourite."
"Oh—Roy's to be there? That's your pretend, is it?"
Marjorie nodded over her hypothetical menu.
"That's a good idea. Who shall I pretend my man is? Toby?"
"All right."
"In that case, we shall want more than one bottle of champagne. You know what that child is! But never mind that just now! Read out some more food."
"Duckling—"
"And green peas, of course?"
"Of course!"