“I just remembered something about when I was a kid. My Dad used to take me horseriding and we’d ride home on his motorbike. My hands smelled of horses, and you know what that’s like, I absolutely loved the smell and my hands smelling of it made me ecstatic. Then we’d stop at McDonalds for a Big Mac and I’d eat it with my hands smelling of horses, and it was just like the ultimate in comfort food. Like you saying about your grandmother and the tea and scones.”

“Only gross.”

“Well, yeah.”

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