6
‘Please have a seat,’ the giant finally said. ‘Covers, please.’
This last made no sense to me whatsoever, but before I could ask for an explanation, two of the silver dishes shivered and spat their covers into the air, where they promptly vanished. The two dishes hastened to set themselves before us, and I noted with approval (but not much surprise) that mine contained three items: a piece of carrot cake, a custard slice, and a cup of chocolate. Three of my very favourite things.
I peeked at Jay’s: it had a fat samosa, a plate of chips, and a cup of tea… no, the contents of the little cup were far too dark for tea.
‘Since when are you a coffee drinker?’ I whispered to him.
He shot me a vaguely guilty look. ‘I like tea as well,’ he said defensively.
‘Traitor.’
He flicked a chip at
