"He asks Famine if she wants to stay for lunch," she said wryly. "But yeah, sure, that sounds good. And now the image is in my head of Patrick as a turkey, so thank you for that."
"Come on, you, you need to keep up your strength," Famine said, slinging an arm around his shoulders and holding up the bag of cookies with her other hand. "And if you eat the whole thing, you can have cookies. Which I made myself, by the way, and they are excellent. Not that I'm biased, or anything."