He waved her off with the same rude, impatient dismissal. "Shoo, shoo. You'll get your share, and a share of whatever's in the future. There's three of us, this'll earn us all plenty, if yeh make it. Now SHOO!" He waved another hand dismissively, and returned to deeply, intensely focussing on the screen before him.<br/><br/>Smith was in the other room pulling out bits of dried meat, some sort of sauce and planting it between bread. Lots of times, too; he obviously ate plenty well enough.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>