Following him to the cold storage, she let out a soft sound of understanding. "So it's like a... umm... a charcuterie board," she said, thinking she was pronouncing the name right. She only even know what it was called because one of the restaurants she'd worked in a few years ago had been run by a woman obsessed with them.
Alex was, admittedly, a bit relieved that there were no toads involved, though she still couldn't couldn't figure out where the name had come from. "Okay, so I'm guessing pudding means something different over here, because back home it's a sort of creamy soft dessert. Like ice cream, but not frozen. Definitely not a savory meal." And she'd thought she'd heard the Brits refer to dessert as pudding at least once since she'd arrived, so she was doubly confused. "Sounds hearty, though." And it sounded like the sort of food her parents made when she was growing up; inexpensive and stretching enough to feed all their kids.