Morag's mouth was full when Antonin came in. That's always how it happens, she thought to herself. You stuff food in your mouth and someone comes in or asks you a question....
She put her hand up to cover her mouth as she turned to face him. 'Want a sammich?' she mumbled around what was in her mouth.
Rolling her eyes at the garbled sound, she held up a finger while she chewed and swallowed and then took a drink of milk. 'Would you like a sandwich?' she repeated more clearly. 'There's more cheese spread up in the kitchen.' Deciding he might be more tempted if she elaborated, she added, 'Cheddar, mayo, pineapple, green olives, boiled egg, and pickle.'