‘A few more and that will do it, I think,’ Audrey said, holding the small glass container close as she positioned its label with precision. ‘How many’s that?’
‘Three hundred,’ Poppy said, finalising the count of lids in the cardboard boxes stacked on the dining room table. ‘How many will we take?’
‘Mmm... half of that, maybe. I doubt we’ll sell that many over the weekend, but that’ll leave me enough to fill the orders for the Melbourne and Sydney restaurants. How’s Alex going with the cheese?’
‘Okay, I think. It’s been a sharp learning curve for sure, but he’s loving it. His fingers look like he’s been smoking a packet an hour, but the colour of the cheese… oh, my God, it looks great—the marbling from the saffron. Where d’you come up with that idea?’
‘Mum, of course.’
‘Actually, it’s
