Morag looked at him with a frown. 'Really?' she said. She'd thought it was yummy, but now that she thought about it, it did seem an odd combination. 'Well, the pickles just went in at the last moment. They aren't in the spread. I just added them to my sandwich,' she told him.
'I thought I might talk you into a swim,' she told him. She was a little leery of getting out of the pool. The red bikini had sounded like a good idea, but she hadn't fit into it either half the same way she used to, and she was feeling a little self-conscious.
Which was not a feeling she was used to, and she didn't care for it at all.