"I'm going to make some toast in a minute", sez Eve.
"Well, you go right ahead then", I reply.
"You don't want any? I reckoned you wouldn't want a full breakfast..."
This is indeed true. Eve's concept of a "full" breakfast could also be termed "Feed The World".
"No, no", I say, "I'll just stick to beer and cigarettes". The coffee had been downed earlier during the writing of Part 7.
I am, as we used to say back in Sarf Lunnun, "suited and booted". My appearance and demeanor meet with Eve's approval.
"I have peppermints", she sez, ever thoughtful and kind.