"I enjoy gravy, but not as zee only way of softening zee meat. Eet was like chewing a leather boot," Fleur said. She leaned back against him and continued to sulk, but Bill's hand on her stomach was almost a better cure than tea.
"Per'aps eef your muzzer would not scowl at me when I eat only zee salad, zen I would not 'ave to complain about 'ow she overcooks zee meat," Fleur said. As the kettle began to whistle, Fleur turned in Bill's arms and gave him the full force of her pout. "Your muzzer still does not like me. My muzzer, she loves you. Eet ees not fair."