"I saw that." Terry said as he sat down next to Morag. He picked up a spoon of his own. "But you see, I find coating the peas in gravy before the flight yields a much more satisfying result." He did exactly as he said and send the mess flying on the last word. He only kept his head up long enough the see the green-brown mess hit the back of someone's shoulder, before looking down and stifling a laugh.
After what he thought an appropriate length of time he looked up to Morag and smiled, "So," he grabbed a roll and starting ripping pieces off to eat, "any particular reason for the food fling?"