"The stuff ta make Scotch eggs?" she asked seriously. "It's my favorite." She said and yawned softly, then began to nibble at her dinner. "More thread for mending... Other than that? I don't know. Thank ye for offerin'." She took some of the leftover bread and broke it between them. Using hers, she made a sandwich with the chicken, some of the cheese set in the middle of the table, and mustard. "I am so hungry. I swear I am a grazing cow."