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‘You, Miss, can go and make yourself a peanut-butter sandwich if you don’t appreciate a feast! I’ve got to try everything that’s in the book, to check out whether it’s quite right.’
‘So we’re guinea-pigs are we?’ responded Charles.
‘Yes, and they are roasted on feast-days in South America,’ said Tom, giving his children an evil stare. ‘Just be grateful that I haven’t included roast-peacock or reindeer-toes in my Seventeenth Century selection.’
‘Let’s change the topic, please,’ groaned Angie. ‘You two did a good job with those posters - very pretty. I’m not sure how you’re going to get them all up. Perhaps next time you won’t make quite so free with my paper.’
Charles winced as Saffron kicked him under the table.
‘Oh, don’t worry about that, love. If Saffron doesn’t mind getting up a bit early - it’s all for a good cause - I’ll help her hang them,’ offered Tom with his sweetest smile.
Saffron accepted the challenge and thanked him politely.
Angie suddenly glowered at them. ’Now you two! How about you stay right out of mischief! Are you hearing me, Tom?’
‘You’d better get to bed now, chicken. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to leave,’ Tom said gently to Saffron, totally ignoring Angie’s words of warning.
Saffron was in the middle of a dream when her father came to wake her. ‘Oh, go away, I don’t want to buy anything today,’ she mumbled as Tom shook her gently by the shoulders.