“SHE’S A PORK CHOP WENCH.” Andy informed him, a grin creasing his wide face. “And a Molly.”
Godric grinned. “Pork chop wench?”
“Yeah.” Andy infused the single word with a chuckle, making Godric smile even wider. “One of the best we have from what I understand.” Andy’s small, brown eyes sparkled with mirth.
Godric took another shot at peeling the largest potato he’d ever seen with his tiny, over-sharp knife. His long fingers were already coated in tiny slits. A long arc of potato skin came away under the knife and he twirled it as he cut, carving the skin from the potato in one, long piece.
Andy stuffed another twig under the pot and picked up the wooden spoon, dragging it through the aromatic mix inside the heavy iron pot. He was a tall, large boned man who loved the out of doors but l
