I decided to enter the market café with caution, so no handstands, cartwheels or any mention of Malone’s delicacies.
“Where have you been?” demanded Cassie, “I suppose our little joke with the upside-down cake put you off.”
“Not at all, but it was wasted on me as I had never seen it before” I replied.
“Huh, what breakfast do you want?”
“Actually, I might have the soup of the day.”
“On Fridays we have two soup of the days, onion and oxtail” she said.
I frowned but decided not point out the error, “I’ll have some of both”.
“Do you mean in the same bowl or separate?” she asked.
I suppose I should have seen that coming, but I told her that separate would be better, and that I didn’t mind consecutive or concurrent servings.
“Con currants? Are you speaking Italian again? We don’t have currants but you can have them “con croutons”, if you like”.
The two bowls of soup were served together, with two bread rolls and two spoons, and were delicious.