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Frór's idea of a quick meal was more like banquet where I came from. He set a loaf of black bread on a cutting board in front of me and had me start slicing it as thin as I could. Then he took a wheel of cheese and an entire roast beef out of his refrigerator and sliced those himself. Finally he added cold sliced potatoes, fresh herbs, an urn of butter, and a variety of jams in cute little jars to the assortment of things on the table between us.
I had been to restaurants with sparser buffets.
"Beer?" he asked me as he poured a mug for himself from a barrel standing on a pedestal in the corner.
"None for me," I said.
"Tea? Or milk?" he offered.
"Tea would be lovely," I said.
He nodded and pushed a kettle over the fire in the kitchen fireplace. While we waited for that to come to
