will you have sprouts, said block of wood.
i reckon i start off with savoury scones, said breadroll, anything else would be a little bit heavy and too much on my plate.
they were quiet as was the tart. the cream had long settled and was about to turn into a bitter hag. the prospects were not good at all.
to speed things up we’ll have just a bun to start with, said breadroll, and the tart smiled a cheesy grin.
it is never too early for a beer, said sponge.