"We need fish, bread, milk, and meat. Goat or pig would be best here," she said authoritatively. "Live if it can be managed, but I have found no one who will sell me a live goat." She did not say that the bread that she had found here was too salty and did not have a proper crust, nor did she say that the milk was cold and tasteless compared to that which was fresh from a cow or goat's teat. She could make do. She had made do with little before.
The bread-and-cheese concoction that Peggy gave her was very sweet, nearly too sweet for Siggy's tastes, but somehow still delicious. She ate it as she spoke. "This Steve of yours, he can help me dress the meat if I find it."