“Let’s have some more of those bacon sandwiches, Harry. Where are the figs?”
“All gone. Want coffee?”
“I certainly do.”
“It’ll keep you awake.”
“Never! A brass band wouldn’t keep me awake up here.”
“All right, hand me over that egg powder. Could you eat an omelette?”
“Could I? Here you go, catch this—catch this chocolate, too.”
“What’s that for?”
“Scrape some into the egg powder, Harry. It’ll make a sort of chocolate omelette.”
“Why not put some cereal in, too, while we’re about it?”