“You slept through breakfast,” Simon says, “but it was awful.”
“Snow was very excited about continental breakfast,” Baz says.
“It’s not what you think.” Simon frowns. It’s not French stuff. It’s just really sad pastries and bad tea. Oh and you missed Baz eating a squirrel.”
“I didn’t eat the squirrel.”
“Oh, sorry, you drank it, and threw its little squirrel body in the ditch.”