"Mmmm...that dinner was delicious, Dot."
"Glad you liked it, Helen. Care for some dessert?"
"Oh, no, I'm completely stuffed. Couldn't eat another bite."
"Come on now, Helen--we're British! We're supposed to be fat, and have bad teeth!"
"Well, when you put it like that...oh, go ahead then."
"Very good. Let's see, what do we have in the icebox? Hmmm, some ice cream, a nice slice of piece, and mum."
"Er...plums, you say?"
"No, mum. Care for a piece? I can't begin to finish her on my own!"
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