WHO: Felicity Eastchurch & Tamara Crumb WHERE: The Fat Fryer WHEN: Monday, July 8th, lunchtime
Felicity had had a very, very late night on Sunday evening when what she'd thought was going to be a routine physical training had turned out to be an unexpected exam on stamina, quick-thinking, and crisis mediation. As such, the trainees had been told to take the morning off and come in for some hard work around two. She'd woken up feeling hungover even though she hadn't had anything to drink and decided that a nice basket of fish 'n chips would be just the thing to replace all the calories she'd burned the night before.
There were plenty of people milling about the shop by the time Fliss made it to the front of the queue to order. "Morning, Tam," she said with a smile. "Surviving?"