Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Brilliant!" Trevor took the bag gratefully, diving right in to pull out a handful. "I 'ad an 'ouse warming party...but the bastards ate everything already. I'm starvin'." Munching a mouthful of crisp, Trevor looked around at Verity's place. "You got a nice place...." he nodded, chomping another bite. "But mine's bigger!" He said, cracking himself up. "Two floors, three if you count that cellar."