"Nuh-uh," Rhia said honestly, "No one likes it. Felix made the good bits. Daddy just heats stuff."

"I've made the eggs, the beans and toasted the bread, I'll have you know." And, yeah, mostly he just heated stuff and the eggs were both too runny and burnt somehow, but Holden was reasonably proud himself. "I'm afraid I ain't much of a cook. I make a decent cuppa tea."

"And ribena," Rhia praised, "Daddy makes it best."