Cal bowed her head for Koschei's prayer, adding her own little bit of silent prayer to the “Verse at large.  “A'right.  Dig in.  An' cute willno be one o' tha qual'cations.  Got a ship full o' cute but I ain' got no pilot.  You be wantin' som'in in yer knickers, use tha big man.  He'd no' mind tha work out I think.”  She gave a grin and wink to Koschei before spearing her own griddle cakes.<br/><br/>“Oh aye.  'Ad a bit o' tha' apple smear.  Bit too sweet fer me liking.”