"He cooks!"
"A soldier or Royal Marine marches on his stomach. Take a seat at the table. Coffee or tea?"
"Tea, please."
"I'll have a pot with you in two minutes. Spreads for toast?"
"Marmite?"
I pulled a face at that. "Still haven't found anywhere that sells Vegemite," I muttered, "Marmite for toast, coming up."
"Nate?"...