Morag eyed the length of pudding in her hand a moment. 'Okay,' she called. 'But you'd better not eat it!' she added, gnawing off a chunk from the end quickly. She supposed the commotion of moving had added to her stress to make her so hungry lately. Or maybe it was the lake air. Something had given her a healthy appetite, of late.
She handed out the black pudding, at the last minute stuffing the crisps into her mouth and grabbing the bag to hand out, as well. She started to leave, but at the last second picked up a bottle of marianated olives. 'Take this, too!' she called, sticking it out the porthole.
Making her way to the deck, she sank into the offered chair, still licking her fingers. 'I'm starving!' she announced unnecessarily as she opened the olive jar.