Gourmande

We are still obsessed with honey; it could go on for a while. Nell is just going to school in the mornings at the moment, so we hang out in the afternoons, waiting for Mattie to come home. And then he’s knackered and hungry, and she’s desperate to impress him. So her chat over crêpes went like this:
N: ‘You’re stupid, and I’m lovely.’
M: ‘What?’ (gaping)
N: ‘Oh no. You’re broccoli and I’m roast chicken.’