( Oh, it's them, then, is it? Oh, aren't they sweet, always checking in, and now, look at the girlie Mariol's rushing to let in, her gaggle of misfits clamouring behind her — )

Steady, steady, you'll be trippin'er over, don't want that, do you? Do you? And she's brought you gifts, what do we say, children? Annie, you put'nother bowl on the table, get Kester to drop one down from the shelves, the nice yellow ones, eh? Without'em chips!

( Mariol and the children make fast, careful work of dragging the goods in and leading Zhou Fei about, at least, wafts of fresh stew building. )

Just put some fresh potato in, be licking your lips by the end, poppet. Come in, come in.