"I don’t know what you like," he said waving at the fridge,"but there’s bacon, ham, eggs, cereals in the cupboard there, fruit and cheeses and, oh, let’s see what else. . . ."He clambered up painfully to investigate the contents. He didn’t feel much like eating, but thought he’d better force something down. He settled for some Jarlsberg and salami on rye while Rani began to assemble a sandwich on some grainy black bread, piling layer upon layer more out of curiosity than anything else. By the time she was done, the sandwich was an inch and a half high. She chewed a great chunk happily, and then looked warily askance at his expression.