The thing about late-night cookery was that it made sense at the time. It always had some logic behind it. It just wasn’t the kind of logic you’d use around midday.

“Quick, someone's coming! Look real!”

“If you must know, he said 'my goodness me, a walking potato”

“Having to haul around extra poundage was far too much effort, so he saw to it t…”

“And what do you really do?" asked Tiffany. The thin witch hesitated for a momen…”