“What about a plate of shrimps Liz’?”
“Oh no, not again !” Felicity shrieked at Finnley. “Can’t you get something else on the menu?”
“Oh, you’re still here?” Liz’ looked apathetically at her mother. “Thought you would be gone by now… Finnley” she motioned at the distant plate “hand over the turmeric. I’m in the mood for an Indian dressing.”