"I've actually never had bangers and mash," said Sean.  "Not that I can recall, anyway.  I might have had some once, when I was a kid."  Finishing his omelette, he put his fork down and regarded the two plates intended for Mike and Katy.  The breakfast, by now, was getting cold, but Sean didn't mind.  He had earned the nickname "garbage disposal" in college for his habit of devouring anything that anybody else didn't want.  Leftovers were no big deal.<br/><br/>"Botany, huh?  That sounds pretty cool."  He himself had never had much of an interest in anything growing or green; his hobbies, as varied as they were, did not include plants.  "And don't sell yourself short.   I happen to think you're pretty sharp."  He winked, hoping to provoke a bit of a blush; he opened his mouth to say more when he heard the whirring chop-chop of the approaching helicopter.<br/><br/>"Hrm.  That's odd.  I thought they said this island was off the beaten path."  He shrugged.