Frank shook his head and swallowed the derisory comment he had been about to spew forth. Instead he took a moment to remind himself that the high moral ground was easily lost, but easier to win if never surrendered. Besides he quite liked this girl and making her look stupid, or trying to anyway, was bound to work out badly for him in the long run.
“Well, they were on the menu, and I’d eaten venison sausages before, so I thought that I’d probably like them… I suppose I fancied some game and there it was.”
Judging by the look on her face cheap humour may have been the better option; at least there would have been the outside chance of making her laugh.
“That’s sick that is. I mean it’s bad enough that you think eating Bambi is okay, but Rudolph! I can’t believe I ever liked you!”
This had to be a joke! Was she seriously going to lose it with him over sausages? He was starting to sweat and shift in his seat;
“You pillock! Had ya!”
She was smiling.
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