Dick popped the morsel into his mouth, chewed with theatrical appreciation, and nodded. "Needs more butter, but it'll do. Cheers, Barnaby."
Barnaby sighed. He knew Dick wouldn't leave until he had secured a portion of the prize. With the resigned air of a man paying a tax he didn't owe, Barnaby pulled the sandwich apart. He tore a generous corner off the left side and handed it over. dick in the butty
: A methodical man who prizes routine and high-quality carbohydrates. Dick popped the morsel into his mouth, chewed
As he prepared to take his first bite, a shadow fell over his bench. It was Richard, known to everyone in the village as "Dick." Dick was a retired sea captain with a beard like a briar patch and a personality that was equally prickly. He was also notoriously hungry. He knew Dick wouldn't leave until he had
Barnaby gripped his sandwich tighter. "It’s my lunch, Dick. Go get your own from the bakery."
A butty, for the uninitiated, was not just a sandwich. It was a structural engineering project. It required thick, buttered slices of white bread and a filling substantial enough to survive a North Sea gale. On this particular Tuesday, Barnaby had prepared a masterpiece: a thick-cut bacon butty with a dollop of brown sauce.
"Bakery’s closed," Dick lied effortlessly. "Power’s out. Only thing left in the village is what’s already between two slices of bread. And that butty looks like it could feed a small crew."