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At some point during the day, Merriman realised that he was having some difficulty recalling the last time he'd eaten anything truly resembling a meal.
So he's at the bar, surrounded by a tea set, the remnants of a boiled egg, and a set of small plates which until a short time ago had held grilled tomatoes, kippers and kidneys on toast. All that remains to be eaten is a larger plate piled high with scones (along with the requisite clotted cream and lemon curd), which he is in the process of demolishing at a steady, unhurried pace.
It's rather a lot of food, but that's what happens when you forget to eat for a while.
So he's at the bar, surrounded by a tea set, the remnants of a boiled egg, and a set of small plates which until a short time ago had held grilled tomatoes, kippers and kidneys on toast. All that remains to be eaten is a larger plate piled high with scones (along with the requisite clotted cream and lemon curd), which he is in the process of demolishing at a steady, unhurried pace.
It's rather a lot of food, but that's what happens when you forget to eat for a while.