Clare.
Oh, for goodness’ sake, father, take the whole lot! I’m sure I don’t want to deprive you of your food!
Dean.
What a peppery young lady it is! I was only joking.
Clare.
I may be sadly lacking in humour, but jokes about omelettes and the condition of one’s stomach never much appealed to me.
Dean.
Really, my dear child, I should much prefer your not using that word.
Clare.
Stomach?